March 9, 2005

  • Nine Degrees Of Spring


    It
    is nine degrees outside.  That can mean only one thing -
    Spring!  I'm a little seasonally confused but the annual flower
    show hits town.  I feel the breeze warm my cheeks, the few degrees
    we have are like a few extra bucks in our wallets - unexpected and
    welcome - and I place my order at Bike Nashbar in the hopes that some
    day the white banks will melt and the rains will wash the streets clean
    and my tires will make a warm rolling circles.

    A small thing,
    a bench,


    a mirror of water
    looking back

    to me in the
    warm humid


    air I imagine
    sweat and


    your perfume rolling
    through
    my senses
    in tight little
    circles, spinning
    in perfect control
    around the world
    warming my back,
    your face a blushing rose.

Comments (2)

  • That is quite the image.  And a wonderful piece of poesy to go along, too.

  • Spring, sigh.  Sure signs of it today.  Shutters are coming off the odd little restaurants by the river and, oh yes, road construction was occuring on the I-190.  :)

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