Friday, March 16, 2007

Wounds and Weather

Wounds and Weather...

The snow came late,
The rain came early.

Now ribs of earth
poke
through white of snowy winter breast,

An oozing open wound.
Brown is not a healthy color for such deep cuts,

It speaks of rot;

Gangrene the color of last year's grass.

Flakes fall again
promising to patch old wounds and
clean
the site.

Stop the weeping.

Purify.


That's just me, peering out my window and getting random...
~Saoirse

1 comment:

RomanceWriter said...

promising to patch old wounds and
clean
the site.


I really like that part. It's hope in the midst of despair.