Waiting . . .

 . . . 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.