The Ides of March
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Upon a silver slate sky
of alabaster and aquamarine,
floats a formidable flotilla
of charcoal-colored clouds.
And on this mild, melancholy
mid-March day
they dawdle, dribbling drops of rain
in sporadic Spring showers.
Winter's white wonderland,
seasonally salted with brindled blotches,
magically melts away,
revealing rough-woven, ragged patches
of grassy green.
When Winter's frozen grip gives way
bulbs freed from frosty tombs,
are awakened by the tap, tap, tap,
of April's tepid tears.
And straightaway,
snowdrops, crocuses, and tulips
suddenly start sprouting,
simultaneously sending shoots skyward.
Color breaks the blandness of this dull day
as a robin redbreast abruptly appears
defying drizzling drops of grey
with its crimson chest,
ornately on display.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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