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Freezes, snows, blizzards —
going, going, gone.
We whoop for thaws.
On the mall's shrunken mountain, on its
slushy slopes and watery fringes come revelations:
crushed plastic bottles gleaming in overdue sunshine;
in asphalt puddles Styrofoam cups that might be boats;
and oh, poor scarf, winter's prisoner,
do it — wriggle away from your icy tether.
Rise as a March wind kite
dazzling the city's skyscape.
© by Richard Swanson.
Used with the author's permission.
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Richard Swanson (1940 - 2023) taught college English and Creative Writing for 33 years. A devoted supporter of libraries and poetry, he was the author of two novels and several poetry collections. A resident of Madison, Wisconsin, Richard enjoyed cooking, fishing, and woodworking. He was well-known for his sense of humor, which was often reflected in his writing.
   
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69Dorcas:
Such a picture!
Posted 03/03/2012 06:38 PM
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loisflmom:
It may be thawing a bit in Madison, WI, but many WI license plates are still here in Sunny Sarasota, with their snowbird owners basking at the beach, not taking a chance----
Posted 03/02/2012 11:49 AM
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mimi:
a good poem for a smile this gray still-winter morning...
Sharon Auberle
Posted 03/02/2012 09:30 AM
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ed werstein:
Great work, Richard. Enjoyed it.
Posted 03/02/2012 08:34 AM
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Anjie:
Richard, I love it! The kite image is great! OH, but today there will be snow. . .
Posted 03/02/2012 08:10 AM
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jeanie:
a perfect little poem, richard! love that scarf image.
Posted 03/02/2012 08:07 AM
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Marilyn L Taylor:
Splendid! Gives me all kinds of hope as spring starts dropping its messy hints.
Posted 03/02/2012 07:02 AM
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