Private Public Moments

Instead, the snow that falls
into the streets of this February thaw
is a glimpse of Christmas
without carols blaring from storefronts.

For just a heartbeat share it
the way you can, with your hungry
eyes, grasp for the tree ripened Moon.

About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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One Response to Private Public Moments

  1. maryanne pankhurst says:

    this is especially beautiful on a hot muggy July 15. love the image of the tree ripened moon.

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