The promise of spring is just around the corner

with an assurance of pink roses and warm, cloudy days.

She gives her word that green blades of grass

sleeping brown and dormant will carpet the earth once again.

Butterflies and bumblebees, ladybugs and katydids

will flit and buzz and fly and jump about.

New buds, fresh splashes of blush, promise

to yawn and stretch from their grey branches

to reach the new life giving spring sunshine.

She declares in a soft voice carried by the mists of the clouds that

winter is  given notice and soon will be over.

It is a kiss perhaps to the land, a remembrance

meant to soften the corners of coldness just long enough

to  begin the thaw.

Spring is coming.

01/28/2007

Author's Note: Inspired by Bruce Niedt's Surviving January. Thank you Bruce for thawing out the writer's block of ice that has kept this pen so cold and shivering.

Posted on 01/28/2007
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