March into Spring

I wander frozen ground each morning now
In search of visible life through the veil
Of lightly frosted snow that falls so gently
That nightly rabbits scarcely leave a trail.
I’m seeking fresh becoming in the new
Sweet life that swells and bursts up every Spring
First in the crocus, then the daffodils
And tulips till color shines in everything.
It happens every year, yet I forget
How tightly bound together we’ve become:
This underground Life and what lives in me,
As we escape from Winter’s tedium.
I feel it with the ground at morning’s breaking,
This surge of energy from Life’s rewaking.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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