From the archives – You Leave in February by Donna Vorreyer

You Leave in February

March arrives with its wind
and a profusion of blossoms,
the blood-rush of asphalt
shifting from slush to slick.

I pull back the curtains, hear
the hedge scream spring, each
branch newly straight, released
from the weight of winter ice.

This quiet wakes me like
the sudden stillness of a train
whose steady sway has lulled
its passengers to sleep.

It is time to slough off the dead
skin of remembering. Crocus
beds peep, tongues singing
in their soft purple mouths.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, March 31, 2015 — by Donna Vorreyer

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

From the archives – The Editor Writes That She is Tired of the Word Drifting — Donna Vorreyer

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The Editor Writes That She is Tired of the Word Drifting

perhaps she spends too many
winter hours watching snow
shift itself into slanted banks

or she despises the soporific
rhythm of the sea delivering
itself onto the shoreline

perhaps she imagines the eyes
of a lover wandering away, too
far from her own sad face

or maybe she hates the word
itself, the laziness of it, all
that snow and sand and love

just carried along complacent
on the wind, so delicate, so
powerless, so imprecise

from Autumn Sky Poetry 14 — by Donna Vorreyer

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

You Leave in February by Donna Vorreyer

You Leave in February

March arrives with its wind
and a profusion of blossoms,
the blood-rush of asphalt
shifting from slush to slick.

I pull back the curtains, hear
the hedge scream spring, each
branch newly straight, released
from the weight of winter ice.

This quiet wakes me like
the sudden stillness of a train
whose steady sway has lulled
its passengers to sleep.

It is time to slough off the dead
skin of remembering. Crocus
beds peep, tongues singing
in their soft purple mouths.

by Donna Vorreyer

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Editor’s Note: This poem uses enjambment and imagery as allegory to gently suggest the emotional difficulty the narrator is experiencing as she tries to move past a loved one’s departure. The last three lines in particular push forward the idea of remembrance versus movement into the future.