
even all barren
the tangle of vines and limbs
can keep out the sun

even all barren
the tangle of vines and limbs
can keep out the sun

end of a good meal
a walk along the water
a day to cherish

a photo to catch
the edge of everything
but the cry of geese

frost on the windshield
nature obviously cares not
that “spring” has started

arising each spring
from the depths of winter’s grave -
hope becoming joy