Liberated

Pre-dawn morn
snow blankets the ground
under its cover
fast asleep...
Well, hello, Mr. Sun
and welcome!
Smile, sparkle and shine
on spotless white lawns...
Aha! The first tear in the fabric
a clump of grass pops up
each green blade like a baby robin
yearning for Mother Bird's return
Only these are happy babies
reaching for sunlight...
Now another clump of grass appears
and another...and another...
Too many to count...
Icicles drip off the wood frame shed
Whole patches of grass are freed up
No longer captive to their white warden
Liberated, aching for the Fall of Winter

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Jennifer Proxenos

November 4, 2019 at 1:46 PM

I love summer also, but sometimes the heat becomes unbearable under the African sun at noon. Our winters are nowhere near as severe, in fact we only see snow (if we are lucky) once in every five or six years and our mid-day temperatures can rise to 21 degrees centigrade. Love your poem! Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 2:27 PM

Thanks, Jennifer! … In Chicago, our mid-day temperatures sometimes rise to 21 degrees Celsius (and higher!) in January and February. Of course, the next day they plummet to minus 21 Celsius! 'Ain't we got fun! Smiles, Gershon

Elaine Perrin

November 4, 2019 at 7:52 AM

I can’t wait for summer to return! You’ve painted a lovely picture :-) x

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 1:28 PM

I can't wait for summer either, Elaine. Best wishes, Gershon

Ann Foster

November 2, 2019 at 6:14 PM

Wonderful. Ann

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 1:28 PM

Than you so much, Ann! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger

November 2, 2019 at 2:15 PM

Mr. Sun never had such a cheerful greeting!

Richard Lamoureux

November 2, 2019 at 12:28 AM

This brings a smile. I can hardly wait, I’m not a fan of winter.

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 1:26 PM

S-n-o-w is a four-letter word! ~ Gershon

Sandra Adams

November 1, 2019 at 6:31 PM

I want my warm weather back...love this one...if only we could paint away winter and linger in spring and summer... Great write Gershon... love the scene you painted! hugs

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 1:25 PM

I second the motion: Warm weather can't return soon enough... btw, it's back in the 50's today in Chicago. (Better than snow and ice and the 20's!). Cheers, gw

Ts Poetry

November 1, 2019 at 3:10 PM

My grass is green now and it is me sitting in the sun shining thru the window

Gershon Wolf

November 1, 2019 at 5:16 PM

The grass is green again on the North Side of Chicago as of early afternoon. So glad to have Autumn back. Cheers, Gershon

Bobby May

November 1, 2019 at 2:54 PM

Gershon, I want summer back, GREAT pen and paper, wait!!, great tapping on the computer I mean!! Your pen has not lost it's flavor rich with words!

Gershon Wolf

November 1, 2019 at 3:10 PM

Bobby, You're preaching to the choir here, brother! I want summer back (and I want my mommy too! LOL. But I do!). Thank you for your kind words and continued encouragement. Warm weather wishes! ~ gw