It took a moment to realize what I saw:
In the median that separates
The asphalt belts of highway
An utter lack…
Of snow.
The grass I saw looked pale and wan
No brightly glowing green, at least not now,
But just emerging from a heavy blanket
I don’t look
My best.
Despite a forecast threatening
Another snowfall in a couple days (oh, not again),
I’ll seize some hope from this poor pallid green,
This median
Of grass.
O Holy One of heaven and of earth,
Renew my hope and courage in this season,
To cross the middle zones of life
And crossing, find
The spring.
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