Laughing at what winter thought was dead
A Poem by Craig Froman
Each blossom is a seed of hope...
Laughing at what winter thought was dead
Perennial madness in my lifty-lofty head
Tender plants, sprouting their true leaves
Alba flowers andamurensis-sighing sleeves
And your pomegranate lips a musical entice
Cross fields of sage and lavender-white rice
Grafted beauty on floating winds of thyme
You dance like magic on variegated rhyme
And life is laughing, spinning, leaping too
As winter’s sterile promise all fell through!
© 2011 Craig Froman
7 til 7
translucent morning eternity
warmed by the steam from my coffee cup
no deception left in lazy smiles and bunny slippers
where else can peace be found
except in pancakes and birdsong?
© 2010 Sara
