One Glimpse
Bare, bony fingers probe
nature’s naked cupboard
Nary a morsel seen
nutrition confined to dreams
December winds howl o’er barren ground
January storms muffle all sound
February thaws gurgle whispers of hope
Crushed by March, snowdrifts abound
Bears in hibernation, birds down south
We humans alone, down in the mouth …
One glimpse of Robin redbreast
~ no longer depressed
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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