He stood in the open doorway
looking eastward.
The sun was peeking,
just through the trees,
its colors bright so bright.
In a few more minutes all that
light would be obscured again,
behind the lingering gloom
of unbroken cloud cover.
But above and beside him
he could hear the pattering
of water dripping.
The ice on his roof,
filling his gutters,
was melting.
The long weeks of
paralyzing cold had
finally broken.
He thought back to yesterday
when from above he had
looked out his window and
seen that lone rabbit again,
crouched against the white
beneath bare branches,
unmoving, shivering.
For days and days, there
had been nothing to eat,
besides coarse thin
brittle shrub branches.
Soon, the thick hard snow
would melt and she or he
will be able to get at the
matted grasses and their
freshly germinating roots
beneath the soil.
Colors, patterns, forms,
all dancing in bright
light and warmth
was what he craved,
what he longed for.
He was not dismissive
of the stark monochromatic
subtleties of winter landscapes,
but he, oh so dearly missed
the dancing colors of
warmer welcoming weather,
and the captivating drama
of each and every
plant and creature
eagerly exploring all of life’s
fascinating opportunities.
Blessed, oh blessed be
the life sustaining break
in all perpetrated forms of
seemingly endless gloom.
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Sunday, February 12th, 2017
Bridgman
MI
USA
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