Dancing with Fog..

When winter meets up with spring
It’s a most delightful thing..
She melts his ice,and he brings 
Her  fog and rain  and other things.
The Old Man did his Winter thing
and kept the plants and seeds for Spring..
He earned his right to dance with spring
Within the Fog as peepers sing..


~ by connetta on March 23, 2009.

One Response to “Dancing with Fog..”

  1. I love this poem. I know, I know, spring is full on us now. Still, I remember the way the grass and new shoots looked after the last snowfall, like they’d just been awakened by a cold splash of ice water to the face. The green, so vibrant, shoots just stretching up to the sun. Your poem brought back that memory.

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