Bio Note: I am looking to spring in a way I have never done before, being more inclined toward darkness. As I write this I am feeling a little bit of new hope, what with the increasing abundance of vaccines, a kinder political climate, and the publication of In the Muddle of the Night, co-written with Alan Walowitz and published by Arroyo Seco Press.
After a winter of hard weather, the road ahead lies pitted, pocked by cold and heaviness— small depressions to catch a tire, or a tired traveler too weary to veer, bleary-eyed and maybe indifferent by now. Spring water pools in the wells formed when the smooth surface cracked—still water reflecting new green trees, the sky above, the moving truck bearing down in the middle distance.
©2021 Betsy Mars
Editor's Note: If this poem(s) moves you please consider writing to the author (email address above) to tell her or him. You might say what it is about the poem that moves you. Writing to the author is what builds the community at Verse Virtual. It is very important. -JL