(Information about the assignment as a whole, along with the first poem can be found here.)
The highway winds
through northern Ontario bush
the hills still snow-covered
the lakes still frozen
the March landscape
bearing scars of winter past.
Too soon for songbirds
too soon for flowers
too soon for unfurling leaves.
And yet off on the distant hillside
the tree branches are thickening
swelling in the sun’s new-found warmth
engorged with life-giving sap
proclaiming the resurrection to come.