The day is grey.
Light snow has fallen.
Crisp air is fresh and moist,
pungent.
Life is near to bloom.
"Chirp ... chirp" one hears
and then do spy
bright orange breast,
puffed against the cold,
of robin first arrived.
And washed upon the shore
chilled fresh waters
steeled against the sky
undermining, crashing, splashing
crusted clumps of sand and grass
entwined in frozen dance.
Not far inland
red buds upon the trees
drip with frozen dew,
little lenses gazing
out upon the marsh
swirled with crystaled breaths
of frost and fallen snow.
Gentle breezes stir.
Budded branches scrape.
Whispers here and there,
"Awake. Awake."
So fresh the air,
so full the promise:
new days and better days
for all of us,
for all.
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Saturday, March 20th, 2010
Stevensville
MI
USA
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