Before Spring Comes
BEFORE SPRING COMES
This valley’s empty blueness
Is filling now with clear sunlight.
Snow clumps tumble from branches
Into man-deep drifts soft bright -
Warmth-rounded, but still chilled.
Big snowshoe-footprints harden
Into pools of blue shadow -
Setting off from a house and garden,
Half-hidden, marked only by the low
Recent prints half-filled.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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