Waiting for the fire

An etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly prompt—meaning & passion

 

At the wind’s mercy, we watch the clouds pass,

from the east with Siberian chill,

the north with Arctic snow and ice.

Birds, essence of misery,

hunch on  still-black boughs, rain-

wet and stark, waiting

for the sun’s

ardour to

kindle

spring.