February Thaw (44)

No amount

of admonishing

or pointing

to the calendar

can quell

my delight

at this 

late winter

thaw

Homesick (43)

Forest

I miss you

achingly green leaves

boggy ground

the smells

both

alive

and decaying

call of hidden bird

and warm buzz

of insects

Silence

that isn’t silence

but the absence

of human noise

Forest

I miss you

Do you miss

me?

Possible warming trend (42)

A certain

softening

in the air;

anticipating

a change

in the weather

Winter Orphans (41)

Winter trees

raise

cold bare

hands

like lost children

reaching

for Lady Sun’s

warm

dawn

fingers

Resolved (40)

Resolved
to be more
hardy
in spite of Winter
--as you are
Lady Sun

February Evening (39)

Lady Sun

lays aside

her blue velvet

mantle 

and beds down

in soft

gray clouds

Weary of Winter (38)

Winter days
pile up
layering
gray
on weary gray
softening
and
freezing
into
torn
and dirty
ice lace