Monday, March 20, 2017

At the Equinox.......



















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.

Vermont, 1982

1 comment:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Beautiful poem! It captures spring, for sure!