A Naked Earth

The warm west wind

hastens in Spring,

strips the snow off the land

like an impatient lover.

The Sun, it’s power unfelt

during Winter’s long embrace,

now beholds the hills and valleys

of a naked Earth.

Its ardor intense

and welcomed.

In between cool rain showers

that wash away

the layers of cold weariness

and return to vibrant shoots

of first sprung green to the fields.

Now awake,

now clean;

Earth weaves a fertile garment

of flowers and leaves and long grasses.

Bidding Winter a fond good-bye,

ready to resume courtship

with Summer, soon to come.


HG – 2016

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