Winter Sequence 13
the moss reaches it’s fingers out to greet a new season
the moss reaches it’s fingers out to greet a new season
before the new beginning comes that last rays of winter hunger the logs observe from their perch the frantic scurry of predator prey deer and mice wandering in plain light
golden leaves hangin on through the winter to melt into the soil sunlight springs off every leaf
and finally the birds come singing in anticipation quaking flies overhead
the river hushes with ice floes pulling my worries behind them slowly around the bend of my sight
the asperity of tree skin cuts into the cold air trying on friction as a coat
when the blanket is finally pulled off all that is underneath is the brown of grass waiting for spring the grass’s blond hair floats above the ground like a …
humans clinging to sanity through the cracks between door and frame that let air in. smiles bloom with the sun’s breach
Monthly Archives: March 2015