Morning Poem, February 14, 2017

Look for the first, new green

It will come, silent as a breath

Before you expect it

And vanish in a rush of heat and growth


The stars say it is still winter

But look closely at the forest

That red tinge over the mountainside

At the fingertips of the outstretched boughs

Is a mozaic of a million buds, each tiny

And tomorrow gone to leaf


Look closely and try to take it in

This short season all its own

This first whisper of rebirth

Defying the ice

Can fill the soul

With new and unknown song

copyright 2017

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