Random Acts of Poetry
Crocuses
These pallid ingenues
unbutton their petals
at spring's first trickle.
Ducks settle their feathers
with elegant gestures
atop a pond's sheen,
and potentials unfreeze.
Even the moon shows a warm face;
the thawed sky
offers friendship.
A tepid breeze delivers
teasing pleasures--
stealing a hat, knocking
knick-knacks from a windowsill.
Last fall's craggy leaves
succumb to a rake.
A codger removes his jacket.
Another year to count,
another bloom to cut,
while the cold shadows of clouds
slowly disperse
like antique memories.
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