“The Thaw”, poetry………….

Watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels, 2005

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THE THAW

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Spring comes drumming through

Breaking up ice in the creek

Destroying a beaver dam

And with the unexpected noise-

The un-damming of my heart

A softening of my bones

A juiciness of loins

A waving of budding branches

In a new born wind-

Encircling tender arms-

A phantom will o’ wisp lover.

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Spring comes drumming through,

Cracking open where winter nailed me shut.

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Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2015

(originally published in “Pitcher of Moon”, Amazon.com 2014)

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