The Thaw

A new year and a new poem. Perhaps a late post is not the best foot to start out on, but holiday obligations will prevail. And so a poem for my little audience, in anticipation of warmer days and melting snow.


The Thaw

Bashful sun, bear me up
under your glow.
Tell me plain, through the rain,
all that you know.

Waking days, lilac sprays,
verde on the vine.
Gentle glow, soft and low,
in the rose wine.

Aimless breeze, through the trees,
wandering by.
Tell me all from your hall,
deep in the sky.