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Mike B
Guest
Dogwood Blizzard
The dogwood petals are blown by the wind
And find themselves placed chaotically
In drifts that mimic snow, freshly fallen
By a most confused spring breeze
I walk through the lot behind the building
And keep my distance from the few cars
Occupying spaces, and inside
Friendly faces wait to greet and feed me
But I wait outside, and take in the sight
Of the rare weather anomaly
That is mystifying the street light
A blizzard borne of budding trees
And nobody seems to notice but me
Countless people drive by, too hurried
Never realizing that the beauty
Of this night, unique to all others
Is condemned, never to be relived
So I breathe in the dogwood breeze
And enjoy the quiet reverie
Of the winter snow storm
Made just for me
In the early months of spring
It's free verse, but I almost always find myself attempting to obey iambic pentameter.
The dogwood petals are blown by the wind
And find themselves placed chaotically
In drifts that mimic snow, freshly fallen
By a most confused spring breeze
I walk through the lot behind the building
And keep my distance from the few cars
Occupying spaces, and inside
Friendly faces wait to greet and feed me
But I wait outside, and take in the sight
Of the rare weather anomaly
That is mystifying the street light
A blizzard borne of budding trees
And nobody seems to notice but me
Countless people drive by, too hurried
Never realizing that the beauty
Of this night, unique to all others
Is condemned, never to be relived
So I breathe in the dogwood breeze
And enjoy the quiet reverie
Of the winter snow storm
Made just for me
In the early months of spring
It's free verse, but I almost always find myself attempting to obey iambic pentameter.