Spring Thaw

By lupus tenebrae

The snowmelt of Spring, last year,
still lingers, bare,
...

as a mystery
catching
this last, winter embrace

red
...
handing all heartstrings
over to me

and with an absent minded end,
lending them to Father Time
who borrows, in eternities.

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Published on Monday, March 4, 2013. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Another improvised piece about the anticipation for Spring.

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Comments on "Spring Thaw"

A former member wrote: I can relate to this. I'm so sick of winter!!
A former member wrote: i like the quick flow:)
A former member wrote: A very gentle approach to the death of a season. I almost catch a pagan vibe from it but I'm not one for assumptions. A ponderous journey this leads me on.