The air is blue gray,
Yet there is a hint of sun-
The Spring Equinox.
Smell of fresh coffee
On my finger tips today--
Smoking memories.
Holes in the snow bank
Illustrate the march of Spring.
Melting has begun.
Perched on a branch
Crow caws into empty air.
(There is no response).
Collette and her friend
Make their morning affections--
A true bovine kiss!
Sinking into snow
Pine cones lie beneath the tree
Looking bedraggled.
Shadows seem softer
As clouds filter the sunlight
In the quiet woods.
Trapped in the brambles
Large ball of snow imprisoned.
Strong sun will free it.
Whisper of an arch
As a tree limb bends over
To touch another.
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