Poem: Spring Ice

Spring Ice

It is April, but
ice lingers on the trees,
bright in the afternoon sun,
a painful tease of seasons

a reminder of how time heals
but erratically, with cold pain
cutting into the new warmth
at the most unexpected moments.

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The photograph was taken in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

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