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Scratch-Off Spring

If you like Spring, Maryland weather
is like a scratch-off lottery ticket:

your lucky penny may wipe away
the snow for one week, and a cluster
of tulips appear.

The sweltering heat of summer
be interrupted by zephyrs,
cool as Canada.

It is a poor man's delight, these anomalies
of paradise.

Another type of unearthing,
the treasure of treason
against a bitter or blistering season.

And fall is a second vernal equinox here,
the leaves as colorful as flowers,
the honeyed air full ofpleasant smells and feels.

When you can wear sweaters and sandals
at the same time.

But the real gift is the sweepstakes of surprise,
the bucolic breaks that visit
like white-winged angels

at any given time
of the year.

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I did a reading on SoundCloud as it is great read aloud.
https://soundcloud.com/neopoet/scratch-off-spring-by-greg-walker
May I post it to our Facebook page?

I'll probably come back with some real crit when I get over my infatuation.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
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You have written it so well you could remove some of the line breaks to let the verse flow in its natural cadence.

Read this aloud-
If you like Spring, Maryland weather
is like a scratch-off lottery ticket:

your lucky penny may wipe away
the snow for one week, and a cluster
of tulips appear.

The sweltering heat of summer
be interrupted by zephyrs,
cool as Canada.

It is a poor man's delight, these anomalies
of paradise.

Another type of unearthing,
the treasure of treason
against a bitter or blistering season.

And fall is a second vernal equinox here,
the leaves as colorful as flowers,
the honeyed air full ofpleasant smells and feels.

When you can wear sweaters and sandals
at the same time.

But the real gift is the sweepstakes of surprise,
the bucolic breaks that visit
like white-winged angels

at any given time
of the year.

Wodjarekon?

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

I love it, jess. it improves the poem, I think, for sure. and you can definitely share on facebook!

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Mark TWain said,"Everybody always talks about the weather, but no one ever does anything about it. Here in Sun City, Arizona, Spring hits us as early as February, and Summer follows nearly immediately, without giving us a break. Let me tell you about Summer: Endless heat, temperatures above 105 F. in the shade, right past Thanksgiving. My airconditioning hums day and nigh, raking up the dollars -- is that a way for humans to live? Yes! I love it and hope this write will discourage any and all from moving into my Valley (selfish bastard that I am).
Nice poem, Greg. It really flows well. G'd day to you. Jerry

Good stuff! have nothing to crit. ~ Gee.
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