Garden Ship Poem by Leslie Philibert
Garden Ship
The Winter is enamel;
buckets of cold,
sodden pots of forgotten growth.
Snow ship.
Trees taut with
tackle of frost.
Earth hard as
the white sea,
adrift and lost
between seasons
made of ice and sorts
of rain, not going,
not sailing.
Dull and still
as December.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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4/24/2024 11:30:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Snow ship. Trees taut with tackle of frost. Really Wonderful poem composed on winter topic. Nicely penned.