Clouds think they’re clever,
like politicians, so sure
what the future holds.
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Clouds think they’re clever,
like politicians, so sure
what the future holds.
Enjoy the sunshine
for a while. Soon to bed and
sweet crocus dreaming.
Tiny flash of red,
his voice filling the sky. Our
Cardinal returns.
Your arms are bound but
your spirit free. Winter will
release its grip soon.
Purple shivers soon
will pass as springtime hearts melt
to seas of welcome.
Gray on gray, branches
on sky. Winter malingers,
loathing his exit.
A lonely trellis,
Craving the weight of new life.
Winter-long patience.
Spring’s new infantry,
spearing through Winter’s last stand.
Early crocus shoots.
Lonely daytime moon,
flirting with cedar. One leaves,
will the other pine?
A sleepy cypress
disdains the clamour of its
showier neighbour.