3 November 2016


Here's another poem from my recent class assignment.
(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.
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.