My poppies are still alive!
Beneath the weight of the winter sleep
the snow built up to 3 feet deep
they kept their leaves in slumber green
and waited for spring with a shiver
The ice is slow to melt this year
My desire is quicker and sends me out
I pull out soil and extra pots
and clean out the autumn's leaves.
I'm pushing the weather with determination
to send out the sun strong to force creation
I yearn for the days being long with elation
as the blooms bellow forth that it's spring
As usual I'm just an impatient girl
I mirror the poppies alive under ice
A season of red soaring unthaw would suffice
to shake myself free of this winter.
I'll open the windows on all of my hopes
and spring clean my thoughts to a shine
I may be peeling off icicles yet
but the spring time is about to be mine.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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