Winter, pooling in the puddles of March
with the smell of grass still frozen to the ground
and the tamarack brown upon the marsh.A lacy leaf,
a gray beauty, barely visible
from a different season.The breeze strengthened
and direction changed,
…the lengthened days
will birth the
… praying hands
from within the embryonic buds.
This is lovely!
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Thank you. As we are looking at yet more snow, I’m looking forward to the melt.
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