New Growth Poem by valerie jaeger

New Growth

Rating: 3.5


they say nothing can live
in the frost-bound coldness
of december, but here,
unfolding despite this bitter air:
the fresh feel
of warm hands under mine.
the glass-edged leaves
beneath our feet melt into
liquid leather softness,
aware
of what grows here
in december.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adryan Barnathan 17 February 2005

This is breathtaking Valerie. I must say you have an innate whimsical style. I love it. Keep it up. warmly, adrienne

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