A Work In Progress

...is better than no work or no progress.


Waxing poetic and wanting tweezers,

Cindy


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This is Winter,
my uninterrupted dream.
Black on silver,
a bladelike season
poised to drain
my very life if
I even for a moment
drowse.

Should Spring call
before I wake--
her lovely daffodils-
their dragon heads atrumpeting,
rouse me from these leafless trees
into that greener, gilded morning.