The Rose

O spring, O joyous day!

Which cracks the snow upon the

sidewalks. Oh melted wonderland

of burning slush, and hark

the praises of the nightingale

to the lovely maidens, and how

they curl up in spring coats

and braids, skipping at school.

What bemused rays that faints one,

falls one, smiles one, tinted glasses

and second-hand bags, and merry

the giggles of the play or the guffaws

of the little boys and the hiccup of

Tom the town drunk. Oh happy

me! Oh happy us! Clasped arms

and circled songs as Winter

dies and Mrs. Barrows, in her

backyard, almost steps on

a forgotten seed, swallowed by

the white blanket, now taking

root, jiving to the joys of the

youth, the reddest of all

roses to see.


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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