in the promise of springtime
while walking on the dried remains
of snow crushed grass,
you see that first bit of green,
thrusting forth an unmistakable digit
at the retreating frost.
Song Choice: Feeling Good by Nina Simone
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created by for the Weekly Scribblings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Beautiful Words. I chose the word shitamoe , which means 'plants sprouting under last year’s dried grass or under the snow' as my inspiration.