Early Spring Mourn
Cherry blossoms shudder
like weeping women
their delicate pink tears
tickle the pond's icy surface
Pawn fish pond.
The golden bream
of Koi lustre
mired in cold spring water
They shadow dance
next to the green bank
where blades of frozen crocus'
huddle together for warmth
The Gods move so slowly
these days
Sighing on the black wings
of crows
who wonder if Winter
will ever end
Copyright © Erica Lewis | Year Posted 2008
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