we find ourselves recovering
from weeks of wicked winter weather
punctuated with sifting snow and treacherous ice
wave after wave of watches, warnings, and storms
cold fronts that answered schoolchildren’s prayers
for days away from class
cloudy dreary blanketed skies
and then…
we dance to celebrate the sun’s return.
so far away and yet so strong
lending light and heat
to the frozen terrains of hills and valleys
changing the states of matter
from solid to liquid to gas
uncovering potholed streets and shoots of greening grass
and then..
we notice the bright full moon
highlighting the landscape’s quiet beauty
and lending its glow to light the way
across the refrozen slush and crusty lawns
alerting travelers to icy patches
forecasting the next day’s clear skies
and reinforcing the promise of spring
The promise of spring.
I can’t express how or why I love this. I just do.
The promise of spring.
You captured the last couple of weeks perfectly. The beauty of weather is inspiring,
You must live near me, oops, no, not a blade of grass can be seen yet in my neck of the woods.
Spring is just around the corner. Hope your bad weather is over. You capture both winter’s woes and spring’s teasing in lovely lines.
Love the connector of “and then” ! Today was a sunny warmish day which was in contrast to the blowing, freezing snow of last Saturday.
“we dance to celebrate the sun’s return”- what a joyful line!