The best word I know for this time of year is groaty. The temperature is in the 40's for the first time in months and the water is running down the streams. Exposing the accumulations of a season's detritus. It is both the time I hate most in the winter - and the time I love the best. Makes we want to drag the hose out of the basement and go up and down the street, cleaning up everything in sight.''
late winter grime
tired February snow
lies heavy on winter-weary souls,
its soft white pureness
lost long weeks ago,
beauty bled away
as run-off down dirty streets
winter's intention forgotten,
people's cast-away refuse
embedded in hard icy crystals,
waits for warmth of sun and
clean rains to wash away
fatigue spread across grey snow
patient trees wait
for promised green life,
their fitful movements
reflect our spent spirits -
wary of spring thaws
we yearn for this time to end
- from Waiting For the Heat to Pass
Elizabeth Nagel
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