Slush
Like a mouth full to drooling,
the day sucks boots and tires
sloshing remnants of Winter debris
beside the slush filled paths.
Dreary beyond hope of snowballs
Dangerous beyond the pristine slip of skate.
No possible good emotion can come
would dare revel in the mess.
With half frozen tears the sky drapes
the barren maples striving without hope.
Longing for a more lucid day where
upturned lips hold tulip kisses.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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