Silver Lining

Hints of light

suggest

Lady Sun waits

on some distant horizon

beyond illusory 

mountains

of cloud

Out my window March 2020

The gray 
today
is heavy
like the morning
fog
descended
to muffle
my brain
But inside
we're
still growing
green
to balance
the gray

Almost green

Experience
cold, merciless teacher
admonishes:
Too soon
to look 
for spring
for green
for leaf and flower 
for color
But hope
warm and gentle
perhaps indulgent
whispers
soon

Backs to the wind

Amid the pines

the wind

roars

loud

in my ears

a hollow howl

Back to the wind

there is

momentary stillness

as the clouds

sheer away

from the sun

March Thaw 2020

What's left
is a spare beauty
the bones
and silhouettes
of flowers
framed by
grasses that
hold
the ghostly weight
of February snows
The birds
are busy
but green
still sleeps
under a matted quilt
of winter's refugees

Vigilance

Dawn

and an eagle circles

the open water

shadowed

by a brazen

blackbird

who darts

and dips

vigilant

Spring Dreams

Snowdrops

are blooming

in my dreams

Iris

unfurling

deep in the whorls

of my gray matter

Spring's memories

are unfolding

scenting my imaginings

with hope