To Move the World

Archimedes

Between two lines of trees,
one east, t’other west,
Sun walks nurse’s shadows
from sunup to sunset.

She feeds vestiges of snow
from a winter too long,
too high, too dark,
to hopeful, budding maples.

In a new geometry, they
stretch their lever limbs
upon this fulcrum of our year,
moving sleeping poets to song.

A 55-word poem for the second of my April poem-a-day challenge. I hope Archimedes would approve.

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3 thoughts on “To Move the World

  1. Love the lever limbs and oh my, it certainly was a too long winter. I thought I saw some buds myself, just yesterday. I think Archimedes would be smiling.

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