February Sunrise

Like the glow

In a fireplace,

Simmering Sun

Warmed the horizon

On embers of night.

Shadowless groundhog

Predicted this day,

Yellow orange sky

Wishing winter away.

Coatless, I ran

Toward the promise

Of Spring;

Breath casting clouds

I arose, like the sun,

My heart pounding wildly

With rhythms of change.

In the midst of the chill,

The ankle-deep snow,

The chill wind came howling

The cold song of winter.

But deep in my heart,

Where promises light,

The sun’s coals glowed brightly

O’er embers of night.

Soon.

© Pamela Stead Jones 2o11