Somewhere, winter is dying
Winter is dying somewhere
We know it is time.
The apple barrel is nearly empty
And I am no longer muffled
by the snow.
I am not sure what to do
when spring comes;
will I know where to step,
will I sink in the grass
or stand upon tender blades
with bleeding feet?
No, but the ground
is soft and the world
is mist and moving
like the cricket. I see the
owl and taste the wild
winds and I know
that rain is the lullaby
of spring.
the lullaby of Spring turned back to snow here today
but shall transform back to rain overnight
we are more than ready for WInter’s last farewell
Here’s hoping it is indeed the season’s farewell to winter and snow…. hang in there, warmer days WILL come your way, too!