Months ago, I had posted an earlier version of this poem: originally, it was in the form of a sonnet. Upon a recent re-reading, the sonnet seemed unlimber, untrim, too gusty, not ready for prime time. So I do what poets often do: I revised!




South Wind

South wind coaxes petals from the hedges;
sidewalk teems with sparrows;
college quad whizzes with Frisbees:

 

noon in Amherst, April or May:

a twentyish woman's gentle tread
nudges joy from sleep-smudged ground.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-16 at 07:33

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RhyneHeart
Smoothly delivered
Thank you for sharing
2019-08-17


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine sketch.
2019-08-17


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
There’s a comforting pleasantness about this. A wistfulness. Nicely done, Thomas.
2019-08-16