Brigit Wakens
frost clutches
the thorn
wrens huddle feathers puffed
deer stiff with cold
nip tips of
willow twigs
Brigit wakens
kicks her
feathered blanket from her legs
descends from her
bed to the frozen lake
a touch of her
palm
tames the water’s
tension
fingers melt its
rigid plane
stir the cold
broth mildly back and forth
sleepy trout rise
stipple-sided
from the muddy
bed in sloth
spring smooths
winter’s transfixed edges
urges green and
busy life
upon the land
Image: "Vartry Lake, Roundwood, Co Wicklow, Ireland," by Paddy O Sullivan on Unsplash
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