Omens

"Winter Puddle" Charlie Parant Appetite for Photos. Used with Permission.

The ghost of winter passed

scrapes her boney fingers

across my face, reluctant 

to surrender the season.

Yet her grip grows weak…

For even as she haunts the night,

signs of new life encircle

this wagon train of one;

their echoing chant a reminder

of what lies waiting

‘round the next bend.

© Ginny Brannan 2016