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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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