The Ground’s Lament

The ground frozen,
giving winter it’s shoulder
not impressed with the cold
or its icy sword and brass
knuckles. It’s nothing the
ground hasn’t seen before.

Soon enough a warm rain
will come, and winter will
have no choice but to retreat.
Let the rain come and cover up
yards, tree trunks
Let the rivers overthrow bridges
We’ll make boats out of
billboards and give everyone
a ride.

The ground shrugs winter or
rain. It knows, when it all ends,
there’ll be nothing left but dust
No place to gather oxygen.
Soon enough there will be
nowhere to rest.

Tosha Michelle 


About the author

tosha-michelle

Poet and musician. Author of Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle: A Poet’s Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal, and Self Help to Self Harm: The Dubious Guide to Life, Love, and Relationships. Podcast host at La Literati. Social Justice Advocate- Bridge to Freedom. Academia addict. Sempiternal dreamer. Habitual ponderer. Lover of history, free thinkers, and music with lots of brass.

See more her books http://amzn.to/2f53dtY


Self Help to Self Harm: The Dubious Guide to Life, Love, and Relationships Kindle Edition

Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet’s Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal. Kindle Edition

By Tosha Michelle Confessions of a Reformed Southern Belle.: A Poet’s Collection of Love, Loss, and Renewal [Paperback] Paperback – October 22, 2014


And listen to her music

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https://hiepmmo.wordpress.com/testimonial/music-i-love/


See more poems & poets at POEMS & THE POETS


 

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