March 1, 2021

for the winter

a touch of color
seems to be finding its way
into the grass out front
somewhere under all that snow
is a willingness to grow

as it is for you and me
slow to move
from the chill of the past
but somewhere under all this stress
is the desire to progress

when the snow melts
it waters the earth
and how much warmer is the spring
for the winter?


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