we’re down to icy slush, footstep-shaped
margins of grass or sodden islands
sudden lakes, squished plastic bags
sidewalk-washed downstream
the dripping we heard overnight a dream-
breath of spring, sheets too warm
the same winter birds but heard
with the door cracked
how things get ugly before getting better
like a healing bruise, the heart
churns, chugs, pumps again and
in winter’s dreg-end we sweep away
the debris
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All those “treasures” that reappear…time to get out the broom! (and perhaps winter will be swept away too) (K)
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This sounds like a good premise for a magical tale…sweeping winter away with a very special broom!
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We had that spring dream here, too. I particularly like this: the dripping we heard overnight a dream-
breath of spring,
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Thank you. It was a very short-lived dream…but certainly a breath of hope.
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Today, the sun is shining here. Meteorologists have threatened rain again before noon but it’s almost 0900 and the sky is blue. A “breath of spring” indeed.
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Soak it in! I should make a note on the calendar for June, July…”don’t take this for granted.” 🙂
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Oh wow, I love the imagery in this. We just took a walk in the snow the other day – reminds me of that. Sadly, we still have cold weather but I am filled with hope if your doors are cracked!
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Thank you. The idea for this did come to me as I was walking the dog…
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You’re welcome 🙂
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beautifully written!
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Thank you!
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