Like Snowdrops

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Ice blood

thickens, congeals

with spindly fingers

stretching across winter’s skin.

We bear the marks,

troublesome, melancholic,

after a year of sidetracked seasons,

of storms.  But wait

for hope

to spring, reveal

what in the dark

can grow.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

  

For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Mischief Cafe

 

I took part in the Mischief Café: Seattle, WA with author and founder of T.S. Poetry Press, L.L. Barkat, hosted by Jody Collins.  Check out Tweetspeak for more about this great idea that Laura has taken on the road to inspire poetry and connection.