End of February
delicate brush strokes,
embroidery of deer
mouse tracks,
red fox paw prints
melt in the snow —
music
in the white silence,
aspen trees
trembling in the wind
put on flesh and sinew —
long have I shivered
in the cold,
long have I huddled
by the fire —
I only know
the long-awaited promise
draws near.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Oyvind Holmstad @ Wikimedia Commons https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pilegrimskulturlandskap_21.jpg
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Love the earthy words and rhythms that foretell Spring’s coming. Your poetry and readings are amazing as always, DG. 💝
Thank you for your uplifting words, Susan! Indeed the nighttime is almost over, and the dawn of springtime is coming! 💗🩷
Beautiful focus on images of what is going on in nature right now as I write overlaced with your emotions. Wonderful, Dee!
Thank you, Ellen! This is a wondrous time unfolding in nature. I am glad you perceived nature’s images, at the close of February, in these verses. 🩷
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