Winter’s End

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

thirsty earth

with running rivulets of new life

seeping into green



source-of-life green

glowing and bouncing

into existence


frost liquefies on sleep-stiffened branches

slakes the desire

for life



fresh life

fresh perspective

luscious lucidity

hibernation has come to a fine awakening.


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