how winter refuses to let go


the letting go of her tenacity
would indeed set us free
from boots and layers of fleece

 but how much tenderness is breathed
immediately beneath
the surface of her frozen stare

the soft pliable baby green, just below
the roughened crab apple- & just now--
the sweet sryup of the maple--shooting skyward!

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15












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