Sunday, February 5, 2012

A Mid-Winter Oasis

The cold hard door of winter 
Rattles and groans under the weight of ice and snow
Until with a gentle hand, nudging, little by little,
Spring comes.
She taps quietly, insistently,
then eases the door open.
A ray of sunshine peeps in,
A fresh breeze laden with promise.
So brief, like a dream,
Then the door closes softly.
A warm day in mid-winter.

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