(Just Where Could I Be?)

 

March 1, 2013

Dreary first of March--
Not in like lion or lamb;
Just gray and dismal

 

 

March 2, 2013

This is tomorrow
And it looks like yesterday;
(Just where could I be?).

 

 Alfred and photo:
"Even cow's have taste, madame,
Now--out of the way."

 Cold goes through fingers
And the the top of my head.
Must keep them covered.

Abandoned snow man;
Freshly torn peace of tree trunk.
(It's yesterday's news).

 Between the worn slats
Of the broken down wood fence
Red berries glimmer.

This rotting tree trunk
Is made up of several trees--
A strange illusion.

Bed springs in the snow
Seem most uncomfortable,
(What about mattress?)