Growth Spurt

A poem.

Growth Spurt

Those icicles by the back door,
stretching longer with each passing day,
a row of jagged teeth ready to pierce,
puncture until one afternoon a full sun arrives,
the breath blows warm, Spring
sighs loose its baby teeth,
opens wide in a full grin embrace.
Janet Barry

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