The Thaw: A Poem

Hi there! I don’t know why I keep writing poems about winter seeing as it’s basically summer, but I hope you enjoy this one anyway.


Ice cracks over a frozen pond

With a gunshot, and a firework of ripples spreading

Under the oppressive cap that binds them;

Ripping through the snow-silenced air like

A pencil through a paper plate, illustrating a concept

You don’t quite understand;

And  there’s a jagged wound across the crystal,

Bleeding water, crying tears

From the slow opening of the eye of Spring, well-pool

Of new life; it emerges

Once more.

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