Spring Whispers
Whispers slide upward between
tangled root, wrapped around stones
grasping blades of grass
bush and tree, dormant for these many months...
I hear them every-so-often
soft, tangled innuendo of awakening
as the days grow longer and
sun climbs higher in the sky, brilliant white.
Winds shifting from the north
back again, west... then
west by southwest... warmer
by small degrees, icicles melt with their light kiss
droplet by droplet
shiny crystal, sparkling clean
descending into rivulets, merrily
mad dashing to join puddle, stream... flowing
March slowly unfolds
faire Spring blushes, shy entrance
greeted by the rousing world
and whispers breaking the long winter silence.
Abruptly, all are hushed as
this quiet unfolding... comes across the land.
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