Slowly into Spring by Seth Crook

Following the gritter through the one-road glen.
What isn’t pure white is a very light grey.
Only the brightly painted truck is defiant in the cause:

of yellow, orange, red and vibrant colour.
SPREADING IT NOW, the sign on the back declares,
stopping ice behind, shovelling snow ahead,

not declaring Spring, but at least The Coming­–
like The Green Man’s box-shaped, council kept, only
modestly miraculous John the Baptist.

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Seth Crook’s poem have mainly appeared in print, but many have appeared in online e-zines. For example, poems can be found at Ink, Sweat and Tears and Algebra of Owls. He can also be found in many editions of Antiphon and Snakeskin and elsewhere.

 

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