“A Path to Summer”
At the edge of winter
Promises of spring flowers and
Rising temperatures with sunshine,
Ice hangs from the eaves and
Lies in wait, nearly invisible
————-still, that
Makes the daily walk to the mailbox
An exciting dance of life or death
Yet a welcome break in the routine
[acrostic poem.] Copyright © 2021-04-22, by Liz Bennefeld.