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You step outside and the morning air bites, but
only in the shade. You find a piece of sun and
step into it ... and the warm crawls slowly over you.
Just a degree more, maybe two, but it is enough.
You take a deep breath, then another. The crackle
of cold death does not ravage your lungs. No, this
air smells of life, this air fills you and awakens an acorn
of hope that has been long dormant inside. Gazing up,
through bare branches that claw at that blessed
warmth, you see a blue that you'd almost forgotten.

Soon ... soon!

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

I like this so much. Just a hint of spring is enough to energize and uplift our moods. I love the imagery of stepping into the sun and warming by degrees because that is exactly what spring does- she whispers in our ears and promises more. What a wonderful poem you have written.

[SyberRose]

A very lovely poem indeed...enjoyed your words...SyberRose

[Kristina Moulaison]

I've come to expect your poems of the coming spring, but this is a really crisp image you've created. So well described that you feel the clean air enter your lungs, the calm filling of hope. "awakens and acorn" is great! Really good.

[Pete Langley]

I love the "bare branches that claw at that blessed warmth" What are you, CSG,an emerging hibernating beetle, perhaps? In any case, my friend, this is a breath of warm fresh air! P.