Winter Digs In
The way dark digs itself out of soil, or the way February always shivers as ice settles on the straight lines and arches of its letters, and the way the sunrise swells, red and sore as neglect, and yet we always expect morning to reign over us with hope and generosity . Even as winter digs in.
The sun’s glistening
Bright the once flowering sky
I wait for the melt.
for dVerse Poets “Haibun Monday”. Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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