236 Thaw

Posted on February 10, 2016 by Ken Greenman

A sunrise February warming.
I’m emerging from a moon lit
snow drift woods.
Awed to see
a spirit in a tree
stretch to unkink cramped muscle,
crack old joints,
get the blood pumping again.
Branch rubs branch in a morning breeze,
March warming, awaiting rennisance
in an April bud.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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