Almost Gone
ALMOST GONE
The green of spring is almost gone,
the freshness, the excitement.
Soon the world with bake
in the oven of summer,
the sidewalks will fry eggs,
and the days will steam
like a pot of hot coffee.
The parade is over,
the forsythia petals
have fallen, the blackberries
have bloomed with no winter
after their name.
We have no choice
but to get though this,
the days when dull leaves wither
and dream of their second act.
7 thoughts on "Almost Gone"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
especially love the final two lines that nearly turn the poem into a metaphor
A confident tone, an authoritative voice
A lot of good lines in this, including the aforementioned last two lines. Also the lack of choice followed by the determination tonight through really speaks to me.
I like how the poem leads me through your list. Thanks for sharing!
Melodic. Visceral.
This is the type of poem I read aloud so that my ancestors can hear. I have every confidence that they would appreciate your composition.
You may have inspired a series of nature poems that incorporate imagery from a diner. Certainly this is well-wrought and gives us a lot to chew on when we return for seconds and thirds!
Love:
the days when dull leaves wither
and dream of their second act.
I love the parade reference- we get excited for parades, get lost in the excitement and then sad when it’s over. Parades mark important events and come back every year… so much!