Somewhere, Winter is Dying

Somewhere, winter is dying
Winter is dying somewhere

We know it is time.
The apple barrel is nearly empty
And I am no longer muffled
by the snow.

I am not sure what to do
when spring comes;
will I know where to step,
will I sink in the grass
or stand upon blades
with bleeding feet?

No, but the ground
is soft and the world
is mist and moving
like the cricket. I see the
owl and taste the wild
winds and I know
that rain is the lullaby
of spring.

***

Sharing with the lovely poetic community at d’Verse, Open Link Night Week #44
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6 Responses to Somewhere, Winter is Dying

  1. brian miller says:

    the ground
    is soft and the world
    is mist and moving
    like the cricket…haha i really like that…barefoot is the best way to go for sure…and the line that comes just after that too…..whole last stanza is stellar…

  2. That final line is just wonderful, about the rain being the lullaby of spring. So serene, so whispery, so perfect.

  3. I adore the last stanza – very lovely.

  4. Eve Redwater says:

    I love the last stanza too; the whole poem is a wonder!

  5. ayala says:

    Love this…. I see the
    owl and taste the wild
    winds and I know
    that rain is the lullaby
    of spring………………beautiful!

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