
stopped at a red light
the question that must be asked
how did that get there

stopped at a red light
the question that must be asked
how did that get there
rainy and too cold
not quite winter yet not spring
season in between

twisted and broken
life still coursing through branches
beauty yet returns
slivers of blue sky
between layers of dawn clouds
hope yet for sunshine
telltale signs of spring
daffodils and D. S. T.
later than usual