Old Habits Die Hard

April 3, 2016

Flowers in the snow;

Yellow blooms amid the white;

New icicles drip.

What will they think now,

The confused forsythia?

They've never seen snow.

Confused by the snow?

Olivia's fugue moment

As she mounts Collette.

 Shadows on the snow

Don't pick where they're going to fall

Or in what weather.

Snow clods drop, birds swoop,

Each moving without a sound--

Snowy April morn.

Yellow, green and white

Cover the April landscape

Through my front window.

An icicle drips

As some large snow flakes flurry;

Wind blows a snow mist.

April 4, 2016

A blanket of snow--

Winter wonderland is here;

Wait! It's April Fourth.

White against the snow

Tufted titmouse stares at me

And I stare right back.

They're frosted again

The evergreens and the oaks,

All that holds the snow.

With their heads hanging

Queen Anne's Lace blooming again--

White resurrection.

Forsythia blooms

Cradle small pockets of snow:

New experience!

Woods are white again;

The stream bed has disappeared.

Birds peck in the snow.

Light snow continues,

It makes a crinkling sound;

Now it's mixed with sleet.

Deep in the white woods:

Sporadic rat-a-tat-tat;

Woodpecker hunting.

Woodpecker pauses

Then drives his beak into....seeds;

(Old habits die hard).