Wake Up
The electric jolt of the city stops
It bows like a sapling in a February storm
The thirsty windows collect the drops
The heart, the pulse of the place— still warm
Still whispering behind doors, under grates
Beyond the snowy garrison of the city, Spring swarms
Over the yawning, gushing streams the melt creates
Near the child with the mud covered sneakers
The icy mist that lingered dissipates
Blooming from trees, fresh buds are sweepers
Brushing off the flecks of dirt and snow
They become the season’s youngest keepers
A wind to break the back does blow!
A new era is but a stone’s throw!
~For Regina McIntosh’s contest “Heart Universes”
Tuesday, February 9th, 2021
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