This is an improv off of William Carlos Williams' piece "Spring and All." It is an open form, but what I wanted to improv was the idea of something new coming.
In the lateness of morning, something shifts.
Moves forward to a place unseen to most, under damp
snow, a bright nakedness appears, sprung up on the road
to my house with no heat, no insulation.
Where I sit like a tree waiting for leaf-blanket
to warm me. Under the sheet of snow coming
from my grandparents, who sent from Montana
what was excess, a dried dandelion- reminding
that once this melts, tomorrow appears.
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