A view of Longs Peak and mountain range in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, Dec. 2017
Let the fury of fierce winds blow
across the frozen tundra plains
and winter’s bitter chill
turn to mist that hovers still.
How soon might I see
tender shoots unfolding upon the dew?
Hidden now they’re cloaked in nature’s own dark room
waiting patiently to bloom,
and tender blades of grass
that peek from beneath the thawing earth,
and skies with a bright warm sun
promise spring is soon to come.
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Joyce E. Johnson © 2018
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