Friday, March 19, 2010

Battle for Winter

snow since disappeared
yet empty trees still grasp
with their Wicked Witch claws
snatching at the breeze
fending off the rousing sun

armies lining the road
shoulder to shoulder they brace
first wave against the coming spring
unaware the inevitable conclusion

choking on her seeds of confinement
Persephone returns again
to wreath them in joyful greens
these uncasualties of war