Late Winter Horizon
February 19th, 2008 | by jg3 |The spring is a pretty girl
I know she will be here soon
I will wait for her,
ready to be warmed.
Eager to see the flushing of her color
and the scent of her flowers.
I don’t know her frame of mind.
Will she be tired? Angry?
Or late arriving and feeling rushed?
I wait for spring to be my pretty girl
to draw in like a sweet breath.
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2 Responses to “Late Winter Horizon”
By beleza99 on Feb 19, 2008 | Reply
I am grumpy. But I don’t like this. It smacks of more feminine mystique bullshit. wiki maddonna-whore.
Also, I am grumpy.
By jg3 on Mar 7, 2008 | Reply
But the feminine *is* mysterious. To me. I’m a man. I’m a man who writes bad poetry comparing spring and women, but I’m no less a man.
But this isn’t madonna-whore complex evidence.
What woman does not also want to be loved and anticipated as much as the spring? It’s (her?) arrival is one of the truly pleasurable things in my life, as is the arrival of a pretty woman that is part of my life.
The rose of the horizon (just before dawn) is beautiful in a way that can only be caled “natural beauty” — a way that only nature herself can describe.
I love to watch it the way I love to watch a beautiful woman smile. A happy, regular expression of joy, the dawn is a daily moment which, until something drastic changes, will be her smile too when she sees _me_ upon arrival.
(AND THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT)