poem: the deepest throes of late winter
here in the deepest throes
of late winter
freezing fog
chilling to the bones
the coming snow and ice
obliterating
our familiarity
with time and space
then last thawing
the earth cold,
wet, muddy,
the sun in Pisces arrives
soon the vernal equinox
ushering Spring’s arrival,
flowers bloom in verdant, vernal fields
under budding trees; the mad, March hares
and now in some dark
corner of the Lenten heart,
repenting falsity of self,
resurrecting New Life
the fruit of the vine
ripening in the warmth,
new wine in new skins
affirming Life Divine
Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
February 13, 2021
photo: The Muck and the Mire, unattributed