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:
I have noticed our grass is beginning to grow again.
I passed two nights in a row of migraines. This is appropriate for me this morning.
You nailed it, Kathleen. "Invisible warm breath" - that's what we need for the icy thaw.
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