Six O'Clock
Joan McNerney does write some beautiful things, doesn't she? Her poems here have ranged on different subjects (Virtual Love, Lost Dream,Birthday Present, Shhhhh ... ), but you can find something lovely in each of them. Today's gift from Joan captures the tentativeness with which we sometimes let go of winter and open our arms to spring. Her use of the words "shy," "soft," and "glimpse" suggest a hesitancy to believe for fear of being tricked once more by an April blizzard. The poem calls to mind a wary lover suspicious of his coquettish paramour. Spring is such a tease!
Six O'Clock
By Joan McNerney
By Joan McNerney
shy blue evening
black trees against sky
bramble on snow
soft birdsong
glimpse of spring?




lovely little piece especially that first sentence
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Nice picture, Joan, in few words. Well done.
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Simplistic beauty.
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