strange spring

the sky
is a surly sodden blanket
the river
bloated with mud

strange spring, this
at the end
of a long dark winter
strange spring, this
dressed in autumn brown

strange spring this-
and what will summer


John Doe said...

glad to see that the pen is as sharp as always.

feddabonn said...

thanks and welcome back JD, i seem to have missed you.