Snow Shine
Welcome winter doldrums
With open arms
Ne'er grow shall the green grass
How many times:
This too shall pass?
Unholy melancholy melts
The aftershock of leftover snow
Biting tongue at toddler crass
How many times,
This too shall pass.
Wake up and begin anew
Reminders of forgotten hues
Congratulating temper-less feuds
Too many times,
This too shall pass.
Bright sun gleams, reflects
Mirror-like on blinding snow
Easing pains relinquish teeth that gnash
It is true.
This too, shall pass.
With open arms
Ne'er grow shall the green grass
How many times:
This too shall pass?
Unholy melancholy melts
The aftershock of leftover snow
Biting tongue at toddler crass
How many times,
This too shall pass.
Wake up and begin anew
Reminders of forgotten hues
Congratulating temper-less feuds
Too many times,
This too shall pass.
Bright sun gleams, reflects
Mirror-like on blinding snow
Easing pains relinquish teeth that gnash
It is true.
This too, shall pass.
I hate hell weeks.
ReplyDeleteThis too shall pass. And hopefully next week will be better.
Good poem. Hope next week is better. Take it moment to moment.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you dug out far enough to spin us a poem.
ReplyDeleteThis will pass
ReplyDeleteGreat poem - such truth, and yes, this too shall pass - 4 very painfully true words. Painful because we have to wait for whatever it is to pass!
ReplyDeleteI blog. But the jury's out.
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