Dignity

Blown by the chill wind, the blossoms were thick
in the air, the white petals flying and whirling,
building into soft and delicate snow-like drifts.
Along the street, the residents looked out,
knowing it would be their job to dig their way clear,
harumphing over the unnecessary why of it.

On her way home, she trudged through the drifts,
her face frozen, tears in her eyes,
her scarf whipping anchorless behind her
as she desperately tried to hold onto
that last shred of spring she had left.

 

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All springs of all types—physical, mental, moral and spiritual—abide with new life and hope. But still, much can be asked and hurt at such delicate moments…

The photograph is entitled Courage and was taken in my home town, Putnam, CT. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.

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Photograph, poem and notes © 2014 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. The poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original written work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2014 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com. The photograph is not licensed for use or reproduction in any way, unless so granted in writing by the copyright owner.

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  1. I feel as though the contrast between the two verses really defines this piece. Enjoyable as ever, John!