Playground In Winter
A. L. Zlomke
A playground in the winter
is like a stately widow
peeking through tattered lace curtains
hoping someone will come over and visit
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Playground In Winter
Every Sunday on the way to church we drive by the same park. One time I glanced out and was struck by the haunting beauty of the play equipment against the stark bleak winter landscape. The poem that follows was inspired by that drive. I tried to continue it through the seasons but in the end decided to keep it short and sweet.
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