March Retreats

Snowy lace patterns the fog

white on gray against greening fields

that thought it was Spring.

Winter grips:

shakes snow from his fists

and laughs,

his breath a cloud that clings

to fragile buds trembling

on the shivering edge of April.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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One Response to March Retreats

  1. Theresa Miles says:

    Well put Sue! I hope winter lets go soon.

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