A Warm Day in February

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                  Image adapted from google images…design and text by smz 2018


Just me and God in a Frozen Field

Not long ago
this frozen stubble
held leftovers
from a bountiful harvest.

It held a raucous flock
filling up, gearing up
for the great migration.  Suited
with layers of feathers and fat

and strong wings
that lifted them aloft,
they left
for some magical land

that is a stranger
to winter.
it is almost spring:

Time for the creeks to be thawing;
time for the air to be warming.
Oh glorious time,
the flock will soon be returning.

An Ardent Accord

After the January thaw,
that midmonth excitement
of rising water and new buds,
a moment of innocence;
then we realized winter was not done.

After the February freeze
wilted the dreams of forsythia
and one courageous crocus peeking
boldly out of the snow, we suffered
a sort of amnesia as if we were stunned

by the strength of the millions
of snowflakes, no two exactly alike;
each dancing to its own tune
yet united by the joy of being,
thus changing the face of stone.

About Diamonds

The sun comes up,
the birds sing,
I pick up my pen:

that keep happening
free from my will,

free from my won’t.
As in growing
and all things beautiful

there is pain.
In such times as these,
when searching for treasure,

it is better to remember
a diamond is a chunk of coal
that made good under pressure.