Resurrection Spring

30 Mar
sans the white blowing cold sky
sans the creaking trees stand like gray octogenarians
sans icicles arm the eaves like impaling fangs
wind chill minus zero nostril juice cracks
sans furnaces grumble money out of registers

now the trees dotted with buds
now robin chirping window knocking
now sun blue warm Easter egg powder hues
now resurrection Spring

.03 9/8

Posted by on March 30, 2022 in Poetry


2 responses to “Resurrection Spring

  1. d.a.simpsonwriter

    March 31, 2022 at 9:49 am

    Sublime musings

    Liked by 1 person


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