Water Finds a Way - Feb 4 2022

 

Water Finds a Way

Feb 4 2022

A cold February day,

but water drips from the eaves

the old snow is softening.

The winter sun

is higher, closer

warmer than it was.

And here, in the no-man's land

well past the winter solstice,

the war

between day and night

is being won by the forces of light;

the lines of demarcation

in a two front campaign

shifting,

mornings pushed back

dusk out-flanked.

Underground, rivers run.

In the cold dark lake

fish still swim.

And outside my window

water is dripping,

a liquid sheen

glints brightly off the snow.

The power of the sun surprises.

And even in winter's grip

water finds a way

no matter what.

It appears the war has been won.

So we poke our heads

above the trenches

and feel the heat on our faces.

Too soon to emerge

into the light

and risk full exposure,

but a respite from the battle.

If not the end of history

then the end of winter.

And soon enough

to begin disarming,

make plans

for the victory march of spring.