Winter to spring
We will make it to spring.
It will begin and we won’t notice. The ice
That floats so laboriously in the lake
Will start to melt, but
We won’t see it.
Its slow pace
Won’t cause much alarm.
But if you listen between heavy steps,
The winter’s air, caught within the ice will
Start to escape. It breaks free with one last yelp
Of protest. The ice has been forming
For such a long and tiring winter.
A strong barrier between
The water and the air that lingers above
Becomes wispy and unstable.
A bit more precarious to stand
Upon. The crystals formed on branches
Slowly lose their grasp, becoming tiny
Dive bombs. It’s a bit more dangerous to walk
Below.
The winter is nearly over, but we won’t realize
It just yet. The sun is coming back,
But it’s what we expect now. We won’t listen
To the winter’s last cries.
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Winter also brings Blago. Or you can return home.
I really enjoyed this. :)
Nicki
March 3, 2010 at 10:16 pm
this is blowing my mind right now…
anon
March 4, 2010 at 1:46 am
I believe you have a gift.
Lee Ann Crane
March 4, 2010 at 8:02 pm
Those pictures are beautiful. and I’m obsessed with your work :)
Jenna Rubaii
March 13, 2010 at 8:06 pm