Winter’s End…#309

Winter’s End

It will come, that polluted spring thaw,

the once fresh snow will lay impotent

upon earth’s emerald carpet.  The

whiteness of it spotted with

shapes and colors left behind by  

blustery winds. 

Shiny frozen tendril’s hang like daggers

from the gray edifice where dark green

moss climbs freely upward. The smell of

rotting earth fills the air, it will take many

rains to have the sweet smell of honeysuckle

lingering in the space called home.

Until spring, one must continue to plod along

through sleet and sullied snows. One will

dream about a warm fire, a good book in

hand sitting in a favorite chair.  No

troubled spirits will fill the night.  One

dreams of the warmth of sunshine after

a cleansing rain.  Spring will soon arrive,

and we will see winter’s end.

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