Winter Into Spring
(and I think it is time for the George Winston CD by that name…)

Crisp, bright sun smiling.
Soon- new life will be swelling,
Swelling.
Reaching out from bare stark
Branches.
Even now
Winter
Dormancy
Is
Changing.
Still dormant
(Yet
There is a sense of stirring
That belies the senses
And the logic:
It is still
Only
January.)

Winter tries
To
Blanket
Us
But
These
Southern Mountains
Cast her
Off
Cast off
Like
A woollen mantle
Too scratchy and too heavy
To wear for long.

Spring’s rising.
Rising.
Soon.