It’s been in the 50s lately, and our snow is almost gone. Everything thawing reminded me of “Gratitude,” one of the poems in my recently released chapbook, The State of Mercury.
Sometimes I don’t know why one thing makes me think of another. “Gratitude” depicts a thaw and change of seasons but I’m not totally sure why these connect in my mind. If you readers have any thoughts on how these are alike, leave a comment 😊
Gratitude With defibrillating percussion, ice cracks and gives way to the river’s viscera beneath glazed trees that weep morning stars of spring.
3 thoughts on “Gratitude”
Waking up with gratitude is very good, and then to see the various plants peeking, through the frozen ground is amazing..
Yes, the rush of a thaw seemed a good metaphor to me too, thanks 😊
You are welcome!