The Dogs of Spring
THE DOGS OF SPRING
Days get menacingly long;
Pristine azure heavens feel the threat
From the sky’s cloud-throng,
Leaving shrunk icicles with wet regret.
Exhausted, the heroic shards of crystal
From blessed winter’s breath
Are dashed to a dripping saliva death.
In the heated onrush of times vernal.
Strength ruined by April,
Glistening bergs in the estuary:
Relent with brutal battery
To become sculptures fragile.
Attrition grows stronger, beyond repair
In the dark spring night.
Respite white becomes rare,
As unleashed dogs bark and bite.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2021
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