at first, it is heavy winter
and then it is lightly not winter–
lasting a tiny moment, allowing the crocuses and the snowdrops
to sing their siren songs of spring,
knowing all the while—
it will be winter through the window in March again
Tag Archives: musings
In the End
Cracks
Sometimes
Morning Light
Lately
Winter
Stillness
The Light of Day
there you were, in my dream last night,
and i recognized you,
and you recognized me–
when the night faded into day
and the light lifted us into consciousness–
I was still there,
but you were not
Blue
when the sky looks like blue satin
and the leaves rustle in the wind–
all is well