The Clearing
There is a clearing opened free
just beneath the holly trees
a small patch of grass and dirt
where footprints of birds and songs are heard
thawed and cleared the melted snow.
In the thaw of winter wind and ice take flight
grass need not be mowed but shoveled light
for just a moment as sunlight beams
hope and promise of fluffed up dreams
holds tight the possibility of spring.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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