The Midst of March This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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Snow cloaks this white house
in a belated winter shower of
drizzle
and
flurries.

The vicious wind propels the flakes -
A snow globe.
White hits the ground, it thaws -
icy puddles on the pavement.

Can you see this?
Can you feel the cold front,
moving in with its
booming winds,
beating against this window?

As cars pass, I hear their wipers stir
pushing away the
fallen
snow.
Tires strike against freezing liquid -
billowing amounts
of fountain-like fingers in the air.

I want to play in this snow -
I’d rather feel what it’s like to stand out
in this dreamland
than to sit inside a tongue-tied house.

Still with its dreary green shutters
this aged house stands motionless -
camouflaged
against the last gasp of spring.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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cyanidecaleph said...
Nov. 19, 2009 at 4:37 pm
Wow. This poem is so inspirational. I love it! This is totally a 5 out of 5. If you want, come and check out some of my poetry. I think you'll find it very interesting. Thanks!
 
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