Peter A. Weinberg – Poetry

The toxic Spring sky
   hovers over poisonous blue leaves

You’ve been warned

The tears stream down
   from granite deadened eyes

Beware

I go on a tight knife’s glint
   over glassy blue ice

Hands free

When I hide this impenetrable fear
   no one sees

Betrayed

Some trees grow straight
   they reach for the sky with ease

By chance

Some are cracked and knobby
   in the Spring

-April 20, 2008-