Another Snow

The old snow

stiff as ice

yesterday,

lured creatures

out of holes

to think spring,

climb around,

shed patches

of fur, down,

musically

twitter, sing

                 spring

                          is

                            just

                                 around

                                           the

                                   corner.

A Flurry of Spring

The geese are wearing snowshoes

on the first of spring in March.

They crane their necks, and look about,

and cackle, "Should we go back south?".

It's that time again!

Just a couple of weeks until National Poetry Writing Month! I will post my poems in my blog and at the NaPoWriMo website.





http://www.napowrimo.net/

March

Light snow drifts like smoke from clouds.

The garden plan looks good on the paper

white as the snow on snow.

Is the raised bed three by six?

Four by eight?

The garden

waiting in expectation

for spring's nurturing . . .

snow white hoops arch over

hint at the garden buried for now,

Light snow drifts like smoke from clouds.