The Big Thaw starts with a trickle water running through silence as innocuous as breath a slight relaxation at the corners of the mouth. Just when winter has become a habit. An old coat the sun peels off with just a touch, your foot leaves a signature in new mud shiny as new skin or fresh, primed canvas You notice a blade of grass green, defiantly green. Inhale, you take your coat off a crocus opens in the blue iris of some one's glance. Lauren Raine Vermont, 1982
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Beautiful poem! It captures spring, for sure!
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