solstice stones arranged in
solemn circle on a hilltop
granite clock unmoving
marks the cycle of time
 
rocky finger points
towards march equinox
aligns in perfect precision
sun follows an ancient path
warming water dissipates
recent snowfall memories
escapes the icy grip
brook flows again
from a season of hiding
dormancy gives way
like a beaver emerging
from winter lodging
instinctively knows to
begin the work again
tremor in the woods
path takes a new turn
daylight extends leaving
colder trails behind
with a palette
of gold and green
spring's paintbrush
recreates the landscape
showered in
glowing rays
bud scales shed
protective coverings
singular deciduous tree
amidst a grove of pines
praises the decisive moment of
verdant colors bursting return
orchard's bare branches
lifeless before blossoming
mere months away until
delectable fruit displays
then finding a closed door
to the gardeners shed
instills unexpected feelings
overwhelming sense of loss
windows boarded up
until vines like snakes
crawl across aging wood
in slithering decay
frigid storms toll upon
stone wall crumbling
beckons restoration
urgency of repair
farm tractor unsheltered
in an unforgiving climate
rust marks multitude months
exposed to harsh elements
neglected structures
leave behind
fragmented glimpses
of former glory
 
sun sets low on
an abandoned stable
wind mimics whinnying
echoes of the past only
dimly heard in the present
where do wild horses go
when sturdy gates that
once held back are
no longer restraining
in this journey from
winter to early spring
promise of growth
compels me onward
 
crossing each bridge
grateful to be alive
not knowing where
or when or how the
day might end
 
in a walled garden
bricks formed from
clay, sand, and water
begin to weaken
 
water stops flowing
from a fountain
 
dryness of stone
like brittle bone
chips and breaks
 
night is falling
 
Early Spring
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Early Spring

solstice stones arranged in solemn circle on a hilltop granite clock unmoving marks the cycle of time

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