January Poetry

January Poetry – Winter’s End Blossoming

Winter’s End Blossoming is a celebration of January poetry and the waning of cold and dark days. Spring’s unfolding begins in January, and within a few weeks, the grass will be green.

 

January Poetry – Winter End’s Blossoming

Meadows are like frameless paintings sprawling nude and thousands of tulips blossoming. Yellow and red cups crowning chlorophyll and figments. A trillion cells sistering, and I won’t shred a field of grain, but I will mill it, cast salt for blooming crusts. Gutting a bolted door is like hiring a plumber and millions of glimmers brothering. Silver and golden drops dredging tar and rule books. A billion fires clotting, and I won’t tread on the ocean, but I will steal it, dry seaweed for kindling. Sometimes, fence posts grow limbs into the ground and arms, sky-bound. The wind moors a swing, and we sway.

 

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