Zealously invading
Winter’s cold with its promise
Gnats hatch to swill in warm
light
Sap swells into buds
Feebly, worming its
Presence into Winter’s wrath
Smoothing wind’s bite until
Only lone flakes remain.
Slowly limping until
Stems push dirt aside, petals
emerge,
And Spring tumbles in on
thunderheads
Spreading its promise in humid
air
Enduringly, heeding the
Calls of recreation,
The ancient prayers of life,
Spring
Lingers in warm breezes and
heavy dews.
by Carol Phillips
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