Poem: February Promises

Gentle rains of winter, translucent,
Touch the valleys and hills, the earth
Absorbs the bounty into its depths

The fallen leaves of autumn
Drenched and sodden in decay become
The nourishment for regeneration

Sunlight dodges rolling mist
Touching earth warming hidden seeds
Urging onset of another season

The poplars and oaks
Send new life into every limb inviting
Birds to return to their branches

These trees have an innate awareness
Sensing how to prepare spring
To return to Beacon Hill Park

Hazel Ross

Do I have any volunteers? The cry goes up.

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