“Plum Snow”

Plum Tree on the cusp of Spring

“Plum Snow”

The soft white petals

Of plum trees are blowing around,

A winter-spring snow storm.

—

The brook is still choking on ice

With a promise of babble to come.

I raise my arms to

Heaven, and yell:

“Give over this rawness of Nature!”

Then in more pleading tones:

“Bring warmth to the marrow,

Comfort with gentler winds.”

—

Today I hug life

And buy its promise.

Tomorrow I don’t know

But today I do.

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Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2010