The snow is melting.
Riverlets run through
leaf mold and last years bent grasses,
making their way to the creek bed.
It seemed that winter’s heavy coat
would suffocate the world
encasing it in ice;
God’s world trapped in crystal.
Long nights of hushed quiet,
the snow lays in layers of days and weeks
and accumulation of dreams
and farmers hopes
to melt as time passes to Spring.
Warmth is seeding the minutes,
pushing life to the surface
for the Spring’s maiden to show her finery
of purples, emeralds, and golds.
With the blessing of water,
it will be a lush year.
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