Suspended Spring

Snow turns to rain but winter is unwilling to let its prisoners go,

the bitting cold guilds the land.

A new day shines forth.

Morning sun hugs new-grown shoots and buds in silver light.

Moments of frozen intention hang pregnant in their place,

the yard covered in pixie dust and diamonds.

 Springtime in Maine.

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