Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

In Like a Lioness

A shrewish March wind horangs the night
like a carousing husband
tossing stray sticks down alleys.
Dicey bits of street refuse
fight with the upward thrust 
of crocus and daffodil 
spearing the bosom of frost heaves.
The world seems torn with indecision.
scratching and clawing at the overcast night.
Battalions of crisply dead brown leaves
surge toward gutters
clogging the escape routes 
of winter's troops and the rain.
Soon, Spring will rip new life
from the dripping jaws of Winter 

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Samir Georges March 14, 2011 at 12:18 PM damn it Deb. you just humbled me. all the self delusion I had about being a half decent poet has just been wiped clean. We can't be friends anymore!:P

Andrea Dietrich March 10, 2011 at 12:19 AM Deb, this is the kind of poetry I love most from you. It sings with SOUND. You used words that really made me feel it. Great poetry. For any contest? OH, I think next to last line you meant to say "will" instead of "with?"

Robb A. Kopp March 9, 2011 at 8:16 PM very intense