This is my seventy-sixth entry for the Steemit School of Poetry 100 Days Challenge.
THAW AND AWE
the sun rises in the horizon once more
nocturnal birds seek shelter
diurnal animals get active seeking food
opaque snow begins to glisten
heavy snow packs fall off bent limbs
invisible little streams flow under the white crust
powdery snow becomes icy and wet
there's chilled water dripping from the pines
hibernating beasts begin to wake from their torpor
green grass begins to break through the thin, wet, icy layer
migrating birds are welcomed back from their long vacation
little streams coalesce into torrents
green begins to overcome white here and there
brown freckles start showing on the face of the mountain
thin layers of winter cavitate into disarray
giving way to the humid growth of mushrooms
there's mud everywhere, but tiny yellow and white flowers
seem to grow from of it
giant clouds of mosquitoes spontaneously materialize out of obscurity
seeking warm blood to make eggs and have sex
winter yields like a dying old curmudgeon
a different, more tender way of life appears all around
both hunter and prey welcome the fulfillment of this promise
just don't forget that winter will come back
and it is holding a grudge against every living creature
that roams this wilderness
take a break, lizards and hares and bears and moose
grow fatter, for winter doesn't forget
and it will come next year to finish those
that mocked him by surviving
NOTES
This is an impressionistic poem about the end of winter and the beginning of spring as the fulfillment of a promise, and the menace of an even more bitter winter coming next year.