Even As the Winds

This is how you write about spring, people. Gotta love the Bard.

The Bard of Liminga

The eastern sky was vivid scarlet
this morning as I started pedaling,
head lowered into a strong wind.

By the time I rounded the curve
at Coles Creek, it had faded to gray,
low clouds in heavy layers of foreboding.

Another late season snow is on the way
but the unseen sun above the clouds
traces a higher arc every day and I feel

Spring rising in me, each day a little higher,
even as the winds stir the leafless trees
and still we are waiting for the cranes.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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2 Responses to Even As the Winds

  1. a reaching shiver and wimple of words!

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