At transition times of the year or in changes of temperatures (from warm to cold or vice versa) I get inspired by the beauty in the changes of nature.
Here’s a poem I wrote born out of my gratitude for the melting of the snow.
The Melting of the Cold
Drip. Drip. Dripping.
The sound of water flowing down the hill quickens.
Hints of spring; and soon the arrival of chickens’
Eggs being collected. Growth and sprouts will soon be about.
Sun beaming bright. This is great cause to smile and shout.
The cold is melting. Melting slow but steady.
After blizzards, ice, and dark days we’re finally ready
Ready for the return of a season of bud, bug, and bicycle.
The melting of the cold is the beginning of the arrival of
this new season cycle.
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