Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Searching for Signs: A Poem

There was a moment
we thought Winter
might stay,
Ice and Cold and Gray.
I was making ready
to welcome it -
And learn the ways
of Eskimos
and Polar Bears.
Warming with fire,
not sun.
Fishing in frozen
streams. Making friends
with this new destiny.
But you kept on
searching for Signs:
the Red-winged
Black Bird,
The crocus, the sap.
And the yellow and blue
Of the sun and the sky.

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