The Yard Dreams
I’ve been thinking about love,
old love. Not “sunshine on a cloudy day”
love, or love like a Nor’easter,
with its thunder crack that splits
the heart wide open, snaps
its flag back and forth
in a mean wind,
but love at rest
because the days are too short
and the sky pulls
its grey flannel blanket over us,
while the occasional snowflakes
fall like displaced stars
resting on the window
of the skin. Meanwhile,
the yard dreams of spring thaw:
the ground filled with unbroken buds,
and enough love to save us all.
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I really love those last two lines. So hopeful on such a cold day!
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It's cool to see a poem about love and a weather metaphor that takes it to a different direction. I love your unusual descriptions too, especially the sky/flannel blanket one.
I like the earthiness and unsentimentality of this... and the line where "occasional snowflakes fall like displaced stars" caught me somehow.
Very beautiful.
I love your word choices, images, form and the progression of the lines. I would have loved to have seen this from conception to final draft.
"love at rest" - This line gave my heart a gentle pat. This poem speaks to me of promise and comfort.
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