Thaw

thaw

Thaw

First the sound of trickling water

snow and ice melt into one.

Unbound freely joyfully skipping

gurgling free in wintry sun.

See majestic lake lie frozen.

A blanket of white across her back.

But hear small brook as it comes calling

Soon, big sister, those fetters I’ll crack.

Then birds join in the merry making

With songs so fragile light and sweet.

Fly hither, thither, soon the springtime

Though yet snow crushes under feet.

And patches of green from white emerging.

And in those patches young shoots grow.

Soon from those green shoots summer births

In crocus, snowdrop and brook below.

Erstavik 2004, copyright Lysanne Sizoo

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