Saturday, March 23, 2019

March Mosaic...

The snow recedes leaving the impression of earth at low tide...

The girth of earth is brown with mud and mirth of winter’s waning tide
A modest panoramic sweep of mute and matted countryside
The joy of expectation poised on thatched patchwork of bronze and brass
Waits at a gate with baited breath for innocence of soft green grass

The dark wind wails and wakes the wand of pussy-willow pillowed fronds
Where rusty reeds like ragamuffins shiver in ditches and ponds
The bashful bud begins to stir beneath the whisper of a dream
And hope makes dreamers of us all where winter has run out of steam

© Janet Martin


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