poem

Late SnowIt was a rough damaging winter,Enough to leave marksThat the warmth of Spring won't easily smooth over.Sometimes a March snowIs the soft white salve neededFor the first phase of healing.All those muddied rutted tracksIn the yard where carsVeered off course And churned the grass.It isn ’t a blanketing blizzard,Just a light gauze dressing(Likely to melt by late afternoon)To cover the shallow woundsBefore the real work of repair begins.Shovels and boots and rakes,Sweating under a hot May sun.I ’ll have to run to the nursery for seed.2/28/20

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 27, 2020 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs