Spring Break (poem)


Jack Frost tires

his breath is short

His magic fades

his winds abort

His mantle white

is tattered now

The deep red earth

peeks through the snow

His icy spikes

have dripped away

The stiff cold boughs

begin to sway

He spins around

for one last look

He stomps his feet

like one big sook

He tries a roar

his voice is meek

The sun is strong

Jack’s future’s bleak

The darling buds

of May awake

As they take over

this spring break!




22 March 2012