One Month Left

white surprise at night

spring will come in its own time

- let the child smile

Hawk

broken pine branch perch,

lifeless, disguises life poised,

patient, to take life 

A Pond Tries Melting Into Spring . . .

reopens the open water frozen by a brief northern blast

    captures pink from the gift of southerly rain clouds

        melts into reflections of leafless trees, wisps of birds,

            and evergreens who whispered life winter-long.

February

 

hovering

over ice and mud

wishing

amid wind and robins' wings

waiting

between downtrodden and hopeful