Monday, October 31, 2011

A Waltz Wave: Winter Locusts

The
locusts
have
all gone
to winter
under-
ground.
Clinging
to the trees
are pale husks of
their summer
selves, soon
to
be filled
with ice and
breeze of
this
season's
freeze.


written October 2009

1 comment:

  1. I love the pale husks of their summer selves - Your poem says so much about the passing of the seasons within this restrictive form.

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