early march ~

the mower growls ’wake

green scents

entering

inviting in

spring rain

sandy skies ~

the truck drives toward

the rainbow

february rain ~

hushed window spectators

crowd o’ cats

together

sliding down the pane

lonely drops

3 am ~

peeking thru my window

full moon

valentine’s day ~

my sweetheart

1 last snow

recovering

from a head cold ~

spring

still winter &

the roach wanders

the empty sink

pale bare boughs

standing in the warm

winter sun