Monday, July 22, 2013

The Power


The Power

 

Pendulous gray clouds

smudge a frigid, foreboding day

framing a worthless awakening.

Forging outside, I move leaded legs

down  paint flaking steps

giving  serindipitous glance

at a remaining patch of real ground

spliced into a world of concrete bleakness and blight.

 A singular little purple crocus is revealed

 defiant  and vibrant,

fragile and fierce,

winning against all odds.
 

-Jerry Wendt 2012

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