Winter in Rockford, MI. By Chris Galford.
Cold…so cold. High of 14 today. Inside writing, doing my best to hide from the chill. Not as much snow as in the photo – the picture’s from back in 2009 – but the wind and the ice don’t make things any better. On the bright side, a little cocoa and some tiny marshmallows do lead to the occasional Winter-ku…
White sea enfold me
All is silence in the rough
Hands ache summer’s cry.
In honor of the now fully arrived Spring here in Michigan (70s in April? This is a miracle for us), a poem about this beautiful season. I can only hope everyone around me is enjoying the day as well, given all the booze that’s already starting to flow. Final Four Championship today–this place shall be a madhouse. Nevertheless, I give my obligatory shout-out to my fellow Spartans: Go Green!
Anyhow, this poem was composed back in High School, during one of my major poetry bouts:
Spring
Look now the snow is fading,
The grape vines now are creeping
And the frogs once more are leaping.
Flowers reach out for the light-
They had put up quite a fight,
Surviving all the winter fright!
Watch the little children playing-
Lovers on the green grass laying
Death’s dark power now decaying.
The sun’s bright light is beaming,
And the choirs take up singing,
As the Poets start their dreaming-
Dreaming of the days long past-
Spring is here at last!
The Waking Den 