All is silent
All is cold
Wrapped around me like a blanket of ice.
I can’t move
There’s no air
I wait and wait and try to sleep
For what feels like an endless period of time.
Then the cold white surrounding me suddenly breaks
Cracking like the shell of an egg
And the snow that’s encased me for months begins to melt.
A bright light reaches down into the cold
Into the dark world of silence
And wraps around me like a blanket of life.
My stiff limbs thaw
They stretch up towards the light
Reaching for where blue sky and fresh air await.
All around me other plants are rising out of the ice
The crocuses blooming,
There is the song of birds
And cries of frogs in the nearby pond.
My limbs sprout green leaves
Adding to the new growth of spring
Breaking apart the icy sleep of winter.
Warm days at last are here…
Spring has officially arrived here in the north region of New England, and I’m so thankful for it! Flowers are everywhere and the world finally has color again instead of blankets of white. So I had to write a poem to celebrate. 🙂
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