Fool’s Day


Green again?

My lover hates the brown Earth and stark trees

While I yearn for everything to be swaddled in white.

Peaceful, quiet white.

Tomorrow the robins will show their freckled faces

and poke holes around the weeds in my yard.

Already what has been sleeping while my fingers sought

snowflakes that never flew, has awakened on this

Fool’s Day. I surrender. That blanket of ice

will have to come another day.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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2 Responses to Fool’s Day

  1. Oloriel says:

    “While I yearn for everything to be swaddled in white.” – I can very much relate to this! 😀

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