Poems of the Coming Spring

Leaving Work In February

Dark skies and headlights

 no longer mark existence

in Five O’clock World.


Naked Limbs

Even under a blanket of clouds

Daylight is unmistakable.

Naked limbs are silouettes

Stark against a pink horizon.


The Stage

Still Winter holds the stage

Legendary actor he

Unbowed by advancing age

Performs his last act with glee


Sol’s bright glow can’t break his hold

But Not far off, there in the wing

Calmly waits the coming spring

To chase away the bitter cold.


About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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