"OH, YOU CAN'T HELP THAT," SAID THE CAT, "WE'RE ALL MAD HERE."
--Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Friday, February 6, 2015

Degrees of Winter

Among frosted breaths,
beneath booted steps
along my path,
I search for Spring.
From her snow blanket
Earth whispers--
the promises will come true.

Too soon!
howls Winter's chafing gale.
Then, quiet again--
her jewelry
dances in slanted
distant sun.

Beneath the white layer
rot leaves
from exquisite bare trunks and branches
standing in relief
against the deep fir greens--
the naked sky.
The earthen layers
await the orbit ahead
to melt into the gurgle of their time--
the rocks split,
the roadway crumbles.

Steadily, the days grow longer.
Earth's travels
increase Sun's light--
hour by hour.
       --JM

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