Winter's End

Story by Jennifer Chassman Browne

Like the cold seas, as they swoosh back and forth,
Causing the octopus to pull in its tentacles
And huddle beneath the rocks

Winter brings danger; the leaves rush
To the safety of the ground,
The bears to their dens.

Even the dog wraps his tail around himself
For warmth and comfort.

The fern, folded into itself,
Fronds, like siblings sharing the same bed.

Suddenly aware of the first warm breath –
Earth’s exhale.

Unfolding, as toes, emerging
From beneath the covers.

Reaching out, sun’s hand extended
As new life unfurls.