the sleeping earth awakens

Poem

I walk along the snowy path,

Only a ridge now, with moon-like craters left from past footfalls

Of the receding winter.

It is like the arched spine of the slumbering earth,

Heaving before it awakes, protruding from the ground.

Soon she will relax and be invisible again,

But buzzing with life underneath the grasses,

That provide sustenance and protection

For all those who live below.