Poem of the Day: Winter Song

As we celebrate Christmas and the New Year, we also look to the beginning of a new season as a metaphor for renewal and hope.


It is not warm yet; the greening
of the trees have not begun.
But the spring crocuses are
peeking from where the
last shocks of white have fallen.
This insipience always gets to me,
how after the baubles and confetti
are swept off the pavements, the leaves
will come, silent, plodding green skin
growing over whatever winter has done.
Begin again, the trees seem to say.
Amen!, a new slick leaf will answer,
unfurling like a fist to the sky.

© Wallace Fong, Dec 2022

Merry Christmas everyone! May 2023 bring you much blessings and joy whatever may come.

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