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Underneath the frost it turns

hidden in a fog it churns

winter snaps its coiled whip

cracks the ice but holds its grip.

It wraps the trees in shiver beads

chews on shadows, spits out seeds

gracing gardens flocked in sleep

waiting for that northward leap

of the wandering, prodigal sun.

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© 2014, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(Note: For others like me who didn’t realize there are both positive and negative meanings of prodigal, the intended definition in this poem is #3 in Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary – “yielding abundantly”.)

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