Resurrection

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.)

Resurrection

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.