midwinter

in long and deep midwinterdreams of spring ariseof fulsome brooks and fragile budsof warmer winds and skiesthat, moaning, pour the anguished tearsof childbirth on the landand ‘midst the muddy, messy mucktransform the slender strandsweaving a carpet ‘neath the treeswhich don their own green gownsand fill the space below the bluelike dancers all aroundwho hear the callContinue reading “midwinter”