Tuesday in the dVerse Poets Pub means time for Poetics .. Grace is hosting and reminds us "false spring" [ that fragile time between seasons ] provides great inspiration, literally and metaphorically, for composing poetry.
in my city we are promised winter
the honest kind that creaks bones of trees
writes its name in frosted breath
instead we got a half-hearted draft
a penciled-in season never pressing
hard enough to leave a mark
we donned coats in the morning
out of habit not necessity
gloves, scarves more nostalgia than need
somewhere winter was happening
rivers locked in thought
fields frozen clean, snowy white quiet
in my city we linger, a polite misunderstanding
a false spring that forgot its lines
a false winter that never learned them
