Waking

We felt a chill

this morning, a reminder

that winter is not sleeping,

those icy fingers are still

reaching from the waking

soil, grasping us in the gray,

holding onto the wait

before May’s stormy arrival

when darkened clouds

bring the necessary rains

and the earth radiates

the heat summer will soon

release.  The cruelty of April

is in the limbo of season,

a waking dream we cannot

shake, a pause between

dormancy and new life,

a gray-green in-between

of survival.

—C.L. Fisher, April 2021

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