Beg To Differ....
Nature has settled
on an odd compromise
in the stalemate
between her
competing seasons.
The chronological record
has welcomed spring
but the youthfulness
of that season
has, as ever, come up
hard against the crabby
agedness of winter
like a cranky old man
maintaining in his
silver dotage that he
has earned the privilege
of entitled opposition.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Labels:
Poetry
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