Poetry Day Three: Trust/Acrostic/Internal Rhyme
M other, must I trust?
O ut of improper belief, warmth’s thief
T hat this trust is just
H ow do I explain the pain
E very time flesh and hide walk outside?
R emembering the smile of spring’s guile
N ot the angry, bitter cold of your hand’s hold
A t a time when I pout and whine
T hat spring cannot be but a memory to me
U nrelenting you are, by far
R efusing, digging in, smiling in sin
E nding my trust until you bring spring and make the weather warmly just
My thoughts and prayers go out to the residents of the northeast, especially Boston, where they are also experiencing the bitter cold, and extreme snowfall has forced the city to push the white stuff into the ocean. Be safe and stay warm!