An Evening in Spring
by Michael Escoubas

After the deep white of winter
a breaking up of ice
is heard down river, a reluctant

cracking and splitting as thinning ice
lifts its iron fist, moves
as if it knows instinctively

that life must change, that spring has come
a time for resurrection–
light binds the seasons together.

As the silver moon rises, trees
sway in the breeze
there is a humming sound through branch

and virgin leaf. New things have come–
it is evening
and stars are wont to sing and dance.



 

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