Silly Sisters, A Poem By Michael Kitchin

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Silly Sisters

Winter has smoky hair, shy of black

The ember eyes, skin like cream

With even more taste of sweat

Under all the wool and leather

Yet she argues like an icepick

Fall? Broken by hurry and doubt

Looking away, down, never forward

I wish she'd find our times were good

Instead of imperfect, too short

But she's trapped, even I see it

Summer is so intent, so perfect

Trust me, her fury is immaculate

A gaze that withers, even in memory

For some, her beauty bests all of this

But not enough for me, not now

Spring has the arms I'd die in

No bouncing, no seething, but a touch

Bowing skin hairs like wheat stalks

Closing in at night, spinning 'round by day

Greeting my waking eyes forever

Michael Kitchin

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very nice, thanks.

This is wonderful. Spring is my favorite season too.

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Thanks SweetMisery and LBeeeze! I think this is his best poem.

Lucy

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The verses could be talking about this, could be talking about that. It works as it teases. Thanks

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Thanks Math! Mike is very shy about his writing, but he is an excellent writer.