Softly the Snow Falls

Softly t he snow falls

Without a sound or fury;

Just resonant white.

Will March Be Summer?

A bright warm Spring day;

Wait! It's late February;

Will March be summer?

Dark mailbox shadows

Cling silently to their hosts;

Forever conjoined.

Empty B and B

Shows its vacancy in snow;

No tracks or people.

Grandma and grandpa

Playing in snow with the kids;

(Who's having more fun?)

Shadows on the Snow

Shadows on the snow

Creating a light impression

That I cannot touch.

A skim of thin ice

Barely covers the farm pond.

Dry husks still poke up.

Almost happily

The stream burbles endlessly.

(I feel happy too)

Reflecting the sun

Stream sends up its own sparkles.

Water/light combine.

Slow Spring Eternal

  Shining bright sunlight

Glows  browning the bare branches;

Picks up my spirit .

For a century

This house has welcomed its strangers;

Now? It does the same 

.

Ice and snow agree

This winter is really here

And it's really cold  

In the rushing stream

Just one piece of ice sticks up

(There is always one )

The lone swing hangs

Many years without a tush ;

Swaying in the breeze .

Stark tall tree trunk

Reaches towards the sky

Slow spring eternal.