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Inched Out Poem
First came the cold,
a temperature drop so fast and low
the body could not adapt.
Then came the snow followed by ice and rain
flooding the yard, creating new ponds,
as ice still lay in a thick sheet on the surface.
Gradually, the wind and rain passed
and the sky revealed a glint of blue
but the clouds rolled in gray and dark.
It inched out the brief staggered light of the sun
and once again,
the world lay chilled and frozen in its wake.
Yet still, somehow in the clearing away
the wind blown leaf debris
revealed life pushing forward.
In the confines of the once bloom filled garden
were tattered iris fronds bent low
with light green shoots waiting to come forth.
In the protected leaf cover rose
pointed glimmers of dark green
barely two inches tinged with white, crocus.
Leaning toward the sunlight, brief as it was
clinging to the short warmth provided
with promise of more to come.
Taller still, off to the side, green clumps
with yellow bases stretching four inches up
penetrating frozen, solid ground.
Through the ominous darkness of smoky clouds
appears an opening edged in puffy white
and blue sky beaming with the sun.
February will give way,
allowing winter to take a bow and leave
as spring anticipates with new life.
Now at last, the cold will pass
and sunrise and sunset will breathe
with the promise of hope and life
of a new generation.
and God’s everlasting love.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
Inched Out Poem
The rubber band land, short and long,
thick and thin elastic stretch pull along;
it's pulled, it's pushed, poked and often touched,
it gives, it takes, it's prod and plucked,
flicked back and forth, twisted and torqued,
stroked and brushed;
it rolls, it folds, it overlaps,
it slips, it slides, it even bends back;
used, abused, misused and used again,
it continues to forgive, renew and bend;
then one day, unseen and brave
the elasticity begins to slowly slip away.
Hard as it tries
it's stretched beyond its ply
it elongates and begins to show its cracks,
it lacks the will and desire to slip back;
the strand inched out beyond its original limb
having given all its giving;
nothing left to retrieve
no final last reprieve;
no more give, all taken
that final straw now breaking.
The band now laid to waste
with a search for another to take its place
but for some there is no counterpart
their existence is a singularity of art
like the land upon the earth
once flowed lush and green from birth
erased by the human seed
and his all consuming greed.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017