Monday, July 28, 2008

poem in progress...."Forcing Forsythia"


Forcing Forsythia


After so many years
I finally reply.


Barren seasons stretched
across all those snowy
New England winters,
hushed and swathed thick
in white and ice.
Our first words flared
fast and faded
until I hardly remember
what cooled them.


When I finally write you,
my words
are narrow gnarled stubs,
tight fists, hardly budded
and shivering
after so much
cold rain.


HMMooreNiver

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