An Alternate Reality

Archive for March, 2019

Spring Thaw

Spring thaw, still ice on the roof,
but the full gutters are singing.

The snow piles are shrinking,
undermined by rivers of melt.

Nature is shaking herself free
and stretching after the long hibernation.

As am I. Still wearing fleece and down,
but I can raise my thawing soul to the sun.

There is still some ice in my bones,
but my full heart is singing.

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A Too Long Winter Lament

Where are you spring?
Still locked in the clear icicles handing from the gutters?

Where are you spring?
Hidden beneath the feet of snow blocking the sun from your roots?

Where are you spring?
When I am cold and longing for your joy?

Where are you spring?
Will you ever come back?