Composed 12/16/13
Description: As the temperature rises again after a period of cold, I find this an appropriate day to post this piece.
Warmth cuts through my life at a sharp forty-five
So water drips down icicle-thick trees
And patches of grass through frost reveal
The dark green riches of matured seed
And it’s just beginning, this thaw of earth
For the lawn is dry and the limbs shaken clear
But there’s still snow in the shadows
And the sun never moves out here
Scraps of Paper 