late winter and early spring blend and blur
in pleasant days and chilly nights
penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes
with stirrings of life, subtle and green —
mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but
sunsets that still come in evening’s youth lull
winter
Juxtaposing
Spring blossoms flowers
Winter blossoms quietude
Soul warmth
Hot coffee and cold winter mornings are two of the best soul mates who ever did find each other.
Endings & beginnings
The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter.
In loss still they dance!
the leaves all dance
to the same breeze —
but some flutter and some fall
some shiver and some sway —
and when a gust comes
they lose themselves —
but are no less beautiful
on the ground, where resting
they still yet dance, but free
Green grace
as earth sways us from winter to spring
nature begins her grace of glorious green
Cozy inner child
Comfort is — buying an XL
flannel jacket for the winter
even though you’re only a medium
because it reminds you of your daddy —
and on that first chilly day
cold seeps in though the gaps —
but really you don’t much mind
because in your little girl memories
he’s keeping you safe and snuggly warm.
Stages
Spring is a lively swing towards summer
Summer is a hot salsa towards autumn
Autumn is an elegant ballet towards winter
Winter is a slow waltz towards spring
Outlines of joy
February is the border between winter and spring.
Anticipation
It’s peeking round the corner
Playing hide and seek
I see its icy fingers
A frost’d rosy cheek
Days fall ever shorter
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
Wild things are stilling
Stragglers
bird alights on branch
mottled-lit golden leaves fall
drifting like feathers
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Glorious
imagine how many glorious winters and springs
the stars from their celestial perches have seen—