Tuesday, May 12, 2009
WHITE LIE by Nancy Simpson
End of May and we have nothing
better to do than walk on the mountain,
our cardigans closed against the cold.
You cannot take back one lie,
no even white ones, subtle
as berry blossoms beside this path.
I kick a stone and tell you I believe
we will pull free from the brambles.
Old timers call this Blackberry Winter,
a temporary cold spell, quick to pass.
Previously published in Davidson Miscellany
Included in Night Student
Posted by Nancy Simpson at 9:50 AM