morning poem, february 24, 2016



Winter sunshine is bright and pure

But unfeeling and unfelt

This morning’s sun was the first of Spring

It warmed the earth and raised the aroma

Of the thawing grass

It lit up the stark branches of the bare trees

As if to ask them “What are you waiting for?”


As I walked out this morning

I felt the yellow warmth on my neck

And I breathed in, deeply

And felt all of winter’s tension dissolve.



Copyright 2016


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