2 Poems (Personification)
geese
the
geese
dance
above my
window
singing
honking their rusty
trumpets
reminding me
part of me will go with
them
and they will dress me
in their whispery
down
promising me
pleasures
of southern
treats
releasing
me
from winter’s
grip
book
I
sit here
waiting for
you
collecting
dust
hugging my pages
tight
against the
sun
that forces its way
into this
library
each
day
I can wait
forever
for you to open
me
you will not be disappointed
you will not be
disappointed
Posted: Wed - December
1, 2004 at 12:36 PM
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