Friday, March 30, 2012


image borrowed from flickr


Whether it be
cheery blackberry blossoms
festooned with thorns,

or those damned weeds snaking
from the fissures they created
in your driveway,

or your inexorable need to fly
in some of your dreams,

the end of March overrides
the dun doldrums of winter’s sting,
as from the rotting aged root,
a new one will spring.

Glenn Buttkus

March 2012

Posted over on G-Man's Flash 55 Friday

Would you like to hear the author read this poem to you?


g-man said...

Well now, thats more like it!
Very gnarly post Glenn
I Loved It!!!
Fantastic 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week End

Anonymous said...

I choose blackberry blossoms and flying. :)


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