The snow has melted on my patio.
The lawn is stlll green,
But just past my place is
Winter in the wetlands.
The ground, still frozen,
has a blanket of snow covering
the leaves of Fall.
The trees stand naked.
Rooted in the frozen ice of the swamp,
they reach for the sun:
the rosy dawn
wrapping them in warmth.
The sun rises above the treeline
like an innocent waking child
poking her head out of the blanket of snow---
joy-filled, happy to see me.
And I am happy to see her, too
radiating a spot of warmth on a
cold Winter’s day.
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