I emailed a picture of my snowy yard to my brother the other day and he replied "Winter doesn't go down without a fight" -- I told him it was a great line for a poem and he took it as a challenge -- I LOVE what he came up with and I had to share it:)
Winter doesn't go down without a fightswaggering with his jagged icicles
jutting from gutters as switchblades
and belching black ice
Spring seems the sucker's bet
a puckish graffiti artist
tagging lilies and lilacs
infuriating the frost
so the gloves come off once more
but punctured by twigs and stems
the old man is already bleeding
(it's the way of earth-bound things)
and from the stinging clear drops
the flowers find their life.
I mean spring as a graffiti artist -- how great is that?? Just makes me happy to think about as I watch the color popping up al around. Well done, Andy!!