Poetry: Midwinter's Spring

During the pandemic of this year, I've been writing a poem each day and posting it to Facebook. Most of my poems are celebrations of natural beauty; a few are ethical/political commentaries with some bite.

You can see more poems by visiting my new Facebook page.

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Midwinter’s Spring

©2022 Rev. Ted Tollefson

Though the branches are still bare

spring begins in tree-tops

where chickadees and sparrows

are gathering to weave

a canopy of grace notes.

When we reach out

through the ears in our hearts

we can hear the news

that even this winter

will pass

and somewhere

but not in Texas

spring has already begun.

Even Old Norwegians

have tears in their eyes

and are almost ready

to risk everything

peel off their permanent thermals

and maybe even grin

as they offer a few crumbs of thanks

to these tiny feathered angels

who weave for us

a garment made of song

so Spring can find us