POST 145: winter, spring, life, death, Maine,, South Carolina

by Carol Bass

WINTER INTO SPRING

Bleakness descended in cloud form
No life anywhere
Tiresome
Flat line grey with upright sticks
This must be what Russia is like
most of its life
Maine children with no food
no heat, no love

But the dog went out the back door today
wriggled in the snow like a seal
smelling spring in his snout
Hope is traveling
moving in

Blackbirds swarming over
city buildings at dusk
and a congregation of our arms
reaching
toward heaven

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