Saturday, March 22, 2025

Ice Out

March watches the ice
breathe its snow cover
into the air,
fog, mist, haze rise;
each morning revealing
less ice, more fluid.

March hears the ice
creak, roll over, 
shake off its skim;
gales and blasts shout until
one morning conjures
spring from winter.

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