The Coming View
This morning, frost has sunshine inside it,
light shimmy’s, and the mud has a hint
of lime Jell-O.
Time to wait upon the lark and finch
until their songs arrive.
What we see changes its opinion,
only to reappear as a green revival.
On a far mountain
falling snow melts in mid-air.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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