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Friday, February 22, 2013

Morning Relief

 




Could those tiny prisms
dancing on swaying green tips 
be the remaining evidence and 
proof that invisible warm breath 
unthawed night's icy grip
 on perspective once again? 







There's a Yiddish proverb 
that says,"Each blade of grass has 
an angel bending low whispering, 
grow, grow, grow." 





3 comments:

nance said...

I have noticed our grass is beginning to grow again.

Monica Sharman said...

I passed two nights in a row of migraines. This is appropriate for me this morning.

shrinkingthecamel.com said...

You nailed it, Kathleen. "Invisible warm breath" - that's what we need for the icy thaw.