Winter’s End

I wrote this poem many moons ago and it seems apt for Groundhog Day. Here on the island I’ve been spying tiny hummingbirds flitting among the trees – so I predict an early spring!

 

Thick syrups of Spring

stream, drip and swirl

thaw to liquid

drenching the dry

thirsty earth

with running rivulets of new life

seeping into green

 

vibrant

source-of-life green

glowing and bouncing

into existence

 

frost liquefies on sleep-stiffened branches

slakes the desire

for life

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fresh life

fresh perspective

luscious lucidity

hibernation has come to a fine awakening.

 

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