Ice melts, water flows
rivulets run down dirt roads
the night slips back to winter freeze,
the change is measured in degrees.
The pas de bourrées now begins,
step light lest you get sucked in,
as winter cedes a fast retreat
we’re stuck in the muddy street.
© Ginny Brannan 2026
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