Willowish tree branches drip~
The thaw has set in. ~
Slush and sliding down~
Melting snow falls to un-expecting ground.
Glistening, glossy, radiant~
The sun does glimmer shimmering~
As it dances off the icicles~
Aloof the main barb stays as firming.
Sloosh and slood my feet do walk~
On top of the slushy sod~
I stare at winter as it is challenged~
By the springs intruding thaw.
The mail box covered~
With a white solid crusty snow~
Holds nothing of letters~
As I trudge back up from below.
There are the dainty birds~
Who land on the partially melted path~
They flutter than flee~
As their little feet needn’t freeze.
Oh there are signs of footprints~
From animals marring the smooth snow~
Yet kitty so graceful~
Walks carefully above the crusty frothy covered throw.
Quietly I look around~
To see the never ending melt~
The spring thaw has come our way~
Just a hint of the new birth to be felt.
Lisa J. Warner