Thaw Poem by Jon Butter

Thaw



As the Spring thaw runs out of snow,
The roaring waterfalls return to trickles, and
Wild flowers burst like children laughing,
Painting the fields with contagious colors:
Purple and violet, yellow and bright white.
If only you could lose your chill,
We could be happy again.

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Jon Butter

Jon Butter

Seoul, Republic of Korea
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