Snowdrops
by Michael Escoubas

I prefer
sand and sea-salt air
to frost and pine boughs
weighed down with snow

I prefer
the squish and sink of toes
in cool sand
waves kissing my ankles

summer’s green
transports me to comforts of the sun
and juicy oranges
large and round and full.

But when snowdrops
surge in March, amid icy crystals
and I see their green stems
pushing upward …

my spirit is restored.
The snow drop’s rise,
its humble head bowed
as if in prayer–

Nature’s Resurrection Day,
a Divine design, occurring in time,
prefiguring summer
and everlasting sea and sand.



 

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