(studio Suggestions Of Spring)

Grey, grizzling drizzle foists its drab monotony
upon the grey-slab pavements of sad city streets
but, even in the dullness of the tawdry scene,
some glints of sparkling subterfuge dare raise their heads:
perhaps a pendant dewdropp on a leafless tree
that catches, for an instant, stray, fey rays of light
that emanate mundanely from crass, passing cars
which crawl, reluctantly, as crowds commute to work
or even temporary traffic-lights can add their hues
to tepid tedium of toneless drudgery and toil
that saps our hopes. Yet, round the corner of the year
spring is playing hide-and-seek, a temptress teasing us.
in bated-breath anticipation that she won't be long,
We long to rediscover soon, as buds begin to burst
her panchromatic pastel panoply of perfect paints
possessed in her palette back in her sumptuous studio.

Thursday, March 5, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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