Winter's Passing
Honestly,
I yearn for spring,
but the white lace
of a March snow storm
purifies
the moment
and I am willingly lost
in a world
of snow covered branches
and white pine trees.
Purity
wipes clean
the imprint of past days.
What once was gray,
brown
and black
is presented once again,
renewed.
Honestly,
I long for the color green,
not of monetary values,
but of nature's blessing.
Leaves to adorn trees
and shade meadows.
I am eager to inhale
spring air
and witness winter's passing.
copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr
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