54/365: Waiting for the Soft Turn of Spring


Knock at this soul gently
when frost gathers the world to an edge.
This is no place for rush or hurry now.
There is no need for urgency.
It is time to step tenderly while we wait
for the soft turn of spring.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.