a day of sudden hard light:
we’ve grown so tired
watercolor gray, so
with each visible sunbeam
we anticipate snow melting
on the verge, imagine the bee-
house warming and all green
pushing from the other side,
touch to touch, still seeking
wisdom’s communion
but tree-tough, immune
to frost, to blossom
You can read Frost’s “To Earthward” here.
Graceful Press Poetry 
beautiful write!
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Thank you!
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We are all waiting for this, but the days are growing longer and lighter.
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That weariness…but Merril is right, things are pointing in the right direction. (K)
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I do like how you brought in that toughness in the end – both wanting the easy and being willing to not have it. Nicely done.
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Thanks. I will need to revisit this & try a good look at some other facets
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