Threshold

Threshold

Once I thought to escape winter by moving northwest.

The mildness was then a relief to my worn frame.

Not anymore. The winter followed me afoot.

Is it attached without a chance for coincidence?

Why would the seasons be aware of a single soul?

Tis´ my yearning for spring animating winter´s cloak.

Did I not see the first lambs springing hither and fro?

2^nd February 2015

©By Andrea Connolly