In the thaw
the wind blew off
the frosting from the branches.

Shimmer of crystals
seen in sunlight
slanting across the fields.

Cold enough to still be winter
days now perceptibly longer,
palpable anticipation of spring.

Mild days turn as they will
no effort does it take, not even
awareness or remembering.

On the snow
tracks and shadow
evidence of all those passing.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine