The Coming Glory

Winter spent, the thaw is well underway.

Slush, mud and slippery footing.

Soggy landscape and the scent of wet ashes.

 

Streams and runoff flood ditches and fields.

A ruckus of geese appear circling wide over treetops.

Two deer hesitate on the path. Watch us.

 

A gangly mountain maple sways

grey, spindly branches reveal the first buds.

Whisper the coming glory.

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