Fingers exploring pockets, trying to find
a patch of body heat to break the chill,
David beats a path through the cold wind
and thinks about the way the air will feel
when spring's first storm has broken, when it's passed:
the warmth of it, the way the recent rain
will steam up from the earth and hang, the mist
shading his grateful eyes from the new sun.
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Lovely
I love the first notice of spring, when the wind turns warm. Although the present situation may not be as we wish, there is always hope in the passage of time. Good thought, very relatable images.
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Thanks for taking the time, Margaret. It's always nice to get a comment from you.
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I found the imagery in this one to be very vivid...there is something in the tone of the poem that draws the reader right into the scene. I found the way you split up the poem into triplets lovely as well, I do like a bit of form and it always strikes me quite interesting if the thought doesn't end with the stanza but carries on (like is the case here). I also enjoyed the ending of the poem very much. The "new sun" somehow turned the whole poem around, and for me led the pictures away from a somewhat misty, rainy, chilly scene to...well, a sunny, bright and lovely one.
All in all I think this is a beautiful and well written poem!
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Thanks a lot.
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Very pleasing thoughts..
I enjoyed this poem and the way the imagery carried me right into the scene. Very nice! joy
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Thank you for the read and comment.
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