Delayed Genesis
Spring was delayed.
Washed out by rain.
Smell of the sun resurges my energy, healing my pain.
Jason Ridpath
SourceLicence:Public domain
Spring was delayed.
Washed out by rain.
Smell of the sun resurges my energy, healing my pain.
Ridpath's poem is only three short lines, but it moves from gloom to relief. It begins with a plain statement: spring was delayed. The next line explains why, with rain washing the season out. Both lines are brief and flat, which makes the waiting feel heavy and a little discouraged.
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