we are to spring anew
again
against angst
without the sheltered snow
and closed door of
dark day comfort.
bare arms
we come out
feel the chill
of a changing season
daunted
timid we move
slow at first
the sun
licks our face.
we move into spring
of changing same
quiet,
at first.
we emerge. v
ReplyDeleteiolets through the snow.
we don't
throw off
the snow
but let it tumble
from our top heavy heads
as we push through.
xo
erin