“Abstract Chaos” by Jennifer Tonya Clayton
unspent winter fury
unleashed upon spring
snowdrops and violets
confused by the calendar
vie for safe haven
beneath brusque abuse
of a blinding white wind
broken sightlines
lost traces of tracks
unto summer leave
seasons uncertain
too cold to remember
their proper progression
their rota of primacy
woe to the trained
mind of time and
assiduous habits of men
disconcerted put off
their perpetual regimen
caught in a special insanity
conscious of chaos
pregnant with threat of
the worst kind of change
a state in which
God only knows
what comes next
Poesy plus Polemics 
I may enjoy the scenery, but I don’t miss the winters of Western New York. I was reminded of that in February 2016, when I drive in a blizzard along Lake Erie, between Buffalo and Erie. I remember more than one snowstorm in April, years back.
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we have the luxury of not having to go out in it
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The way this poem find progression is a perfect example to anyone contemplating writing poetry. Marvellous stuff, by the way, it is unseasonably hot in these parts this day.
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cheers, mike – we received 2 new feet of snow with spring just a few days away
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I understand the remnants of your weather are shortly to cross The Atlantic, heading our way…just as she’s planted her seedlings, presuming the frosts are over!
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The land like the sea always finds its equilibrium after the storm blows over . . .
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if only we humans had similar outcomes…
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“conscious of chaos” – precisely, and not only in nature
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thank you for understanding me
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I love the way you segue from the plants’ bewilderment to our present human situation. The picture looks like the ZZ’s of bliZZard.
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I seem to feel more bewildered each day…
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