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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