FRIDAY: A Spring Poem

BY GEMMA MEHARCHAND

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black snow lies along the street
beside the gardens
where leaf tips poke through the soil
like swords of love
causing orgasms in the wet black earth
twigs and branches crisscross
like lovers arms along the sidewalk
and  the lawns are turning green
with the warmth of the sun
as I leap to conclusions about
how people fall in love

1 comment
  1. This poem has such a lovely quiet rhythm, and images that make you read it carefully — “orgasms in the wet black earth”. And then using a common saying, as a reference to spring, is most effective — “leaping to conclusions”. I read the whole poem aloud and sighed with satisfaction!

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