(we don't have a variety of textures in the north country this time of year. Unless you count the different kinds of snow and ice. So, I've pulled in a picture from last spring to submit for Molly's February prompt.)
Come closer, a little more, that's right.
I want you to put your palm on the tree
feel how the bark is stiff and
full of ridges and bumps.
It is hard - yet alive with sap.
Next, feel the leaves, silky smooth
they are fresh, tender yet firm
your finger tips can slip along them.
all the way to the tip.
The new grasses have sprung up fast
they're already waist high
lightly brush your hands through them
and feel them sway with your rhythm
later we'll walk down to the river
and feel the rush of water pushing,
and flowing through us. Come.
Take my hand.
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