Poems 3 and 4
Memory of Snow
The last flake has shattered
Icicles dripped free
There are no more snow drifts
No icing on trees.
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The chill wind aint blowin'
The ice melted last
My feet aren't frozen
No more snowy blast.
The sun in its glory
Now reigns in the sky
It's time, now, for swimsuits
And flip flops and pie.
It's time for the sweating,
The sticky, the hot
We'll worship the box fan
And ice cubes a lot.
We'll dream of the winter
From our place near the vent
When our car didn't burn us
As outside we went.
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SEEDS
PromisesReaching up
Towards the light
Tiny packages of potential
Latent glory bursting from skin
You may be small now, but soon
You'll scrape the sky and send out
Promises.
New generations
To follow after
Reaching higher than you
Growing, spreading, filling the universe
With riots of color blazing forth.
Break free, my tiny seedlings. Be excellent.
Promises.
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