Who’d think
these slender stems
could pierce gunmetal snow
presenting arms through gusts
that polarize the hollows of my bones

yet here
they rise — demure
white caps, pure offerings
of spring: extended by
a netherworld whose darker invites

bide their time below.

Michael H. Levin is a lawyer, solar energy developer and writer based in Washington DC. His work has appeared on stage and in chapbooks, anthologies and numerous periodicals, and has received poetry and feature journalism awards. www.michaellevinpoetry.com; www.twopianosplayingforlife.org