Soft Sound of Dripping

Five smashed icicles
Lie scattered on the front porch.
Soft sound of dripping.

Eight above freezing;
Gloves are unnecessary;
Icicles melting.

Cow silhouetted
Under the spreading pine tree
Meditates on Spring.









Even the charred stump
Looks majestic in this light,
Carved with dark shadows.

Snow is receding
The bank pulls back from the fence
With gaping white mouth.












Tiny woodpecker
Hops up, down and around tree,
To find his choice spot.











The old stump buddies,
Their dark mouths now clear of snow,
Free to chat again.

This feels like Spring time,
But tomorrow it will snow--
Late winter see-saw.