Tuesday, March 07, 2006

35 degrees

snow melts
fishbelly white
cold weight
drips from
clogged gutters
paper thin ice
shines sidewalks.

2 comments:

J Malcolm said...

I really like this poem. It has fresh and vivid imagery that I like to see.
Though I thought the line "clogged gutters" was a little weak. What do clogged gutters look like to you?

Sherry P said...

hi, they look like my gutters on my house, clogged with rotted oak leaves. we clean them, but they clog up anyway because oak trees always hang on to some of thier leaves and then let them fall, i swear, just to laugh at you. : )