Sidney Beck Poet Imagism

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.

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