. . . waiting for bare branches to bear delicate leaves
for fluctuating ice to become “Ice Out!”
for shy shaded snows to boldly embrace the sun’s rays
for barren nests to beckon back nesters
for clinging rime, seedless flower heads, and decomposition to be done
and the warming glow
of red catkins drooping over the open water
and early red honeysuckle leaves on the arbor
to welcome home Spring.