January Thaw

Fog floats over flattening drifts;

the snow is leaving, disappearing field by field,

baring surprised green grass stubbling muddy soil

and one print of someone’s shoe

preserved in ice upon the path.


Earth is taking off her winter coat

slowly, her bony trees stretch in unaccustomed warmth

while her skin runs wet with snowmelt

and softens into mud-filled puddles.


Winter will return,of course,

but for this one day, just this moment

the promise of spring whispers

in the breath of wind.




About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to January Thaw

  1. Mamabug says:

    Love it! Your words never cease to inspire me. Wish I could write lovely poems like that.

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