Thursday, April 26, 2012
The Snow Goddess came and sat on my garden
With her vast white bottom
Smashing flat the chard
Drooping the kale
Burning the lettuces with her frigid fires
Lifting her divine buttocks skyward
Skirting them in cloud.
There appears to be nothing left but ruin.
All the brave rows lie like a defeated army
Green uniforms rimed in ice
Spattered with mud.
Even the wild wind cannot lift them;
They are sinking back into Earth
one of her fleeting dreams.
Here is one benefit of age:
I have long memories and know
This crushing descent as a brooding
Spring will vindicate this cold goddess
and my wisdom, too.
Posted by Suzan at 6:06 AM