PoemL A Change of Wind

A Change of Wind

Three short days ago, there was snow here
and underneath, grass so brown and dry
that you could hear it crackle as you walked
over the soft blanket of white.

There were no birds, and the brook barely whispered -
another March day in frigid Vermont,
where even the sun burned icy
and the wind cut your skin.

But then, a change of wind, and warmth
and in a rush of melting,
the brook began it's gypsy dance,
and from nowhere, life awoke,

and the grass became a carpet,
and like love in middle age,
Spring was on you, and you lay in the grass,
and breathed deep, crying
in joy.

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The picture was taken last spring in Botetourt County, Virgina. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom