I wrote this poem many moons ago and it seems apt for Groundhog Day. Here on the island I’ve been spying tiny hummingbirds flitting among the trees – so I predict an early spring!
Thick syrups of Spring
stream, drip and swirl
thaw to liquid
drenching the dry
with running rivulets of new life
seeping into green
glowing and bouncing
frost liquefies on sleep-stiffened branches
slakes the desire
hibernation has come to a fine awakening.