Wednesday, April 22, 2015

of Spring

I send fleeting, desperate thoughts
out through my morning window,
hoping to connect
with something beyond this cup of coffee
which warms my fingers,
but they cannot compete
against the hush of tires
on wet pavement
and instead
die
slowly,
hidden deep
in the beautiful
emergent
green
of Spring.

5 comments:

  1. Well I am very glad you connected over your cup of coffee this morning..i love the air that surrounds your poems...it gives space to feel the undercurrents...good to see you back at TWW

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  2. Desperate thoughts wiped out by the emergent green of Spring - terrific.

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  3. Nice thought about dying desperate mood because of green of spring...~ Happy Spring to you!

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  4. aw but spring will spring that's why it's called that anyway.

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