THE SWINGS
March 9th, 2010 by Russ
The swings in the school yard
are still, save when the wind blows
and then they seem to shiver.
They are blanketed with snow.
Tomorrow the children will return –
the swing seats will be swept of snow
and sounds of laughter
will reclaim the silence.
Not so with the nearby graveyard.
No one will clear away
the alabaster beauty
laid upon the tombstones
by the recent storm.
