Monday, November 27, 2006

Draftpoetry: November Sonnet 

Here's a little draftsonnet fluff from an hour's respite, typed directly into Blogger while the kids watch A Muppet Christmas Carol.


November

Some mornings the fog rests over
the city like snow in a hollow.

A barely sealevel something
must trap the air, the humidity,
something about heat convection

and I wonder whether it evaporates or rises
or if the city just sucks it up somehow
in the collective gasp of awakening.

The rest of the world is tilted green.
There's just that downhill strip of road
Cutting through the farmland

And Springfield in the distance
Poking through her fogblanket
Like Spring rising from the earth.

posted by boyhowdy | 4:25 PM |

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