Before Spring Fever Consumes Us

Lest we forget a few weeks ago, I decided to post this last hurrah to winter.

In the Throes of Deep Winter © 2014 Molly Lin Dutina

In the throes of deep winter
snow muffles our noisy world
playing havoc with human plans
the season reigns.

Globs of winter white
cascade from treetops
as wind whips their froth
no comforting cappuccino this.

More shovels, blowers, chemicals
as men reclaim their surfaces
trying to conquer black ice
on surface nature never intended.

Help us, just now, to be still, Lord
stilled as winter woods
stilled as inches deep snow
quiet, still.

Enjoy the crocuses and daffodils with great thanksgiving!

1 Comment

  1. Thanks for the wind harp. It resonates in me. And I “feel” the deep sound of big chimes. Wonder if my neighbors would complain?

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