in dress white attire
landscape dons its winter robe
spring incubating
sea of golden blooms
resurrects dreams of summer
on drab winter day
pen and lined journal
implements of creation
where do I begin
Garden
Beds
Teem
With
Tulips deep
Green
Sure
Sign of
Spring
Sight
Not soon to be
Seen
As winter does
Its
Thing
beep…beep, step aside
tooling on down the sidewalk
kids have right-of-way
Frosty daggers
Looking
Lethal
But so tiny
Can’t wound
People
Soon it will
Be
That time
Of
Year
With snow
And
Lights and
Holiday
Cheer
Hammers and
Saws
And
Chisels and
Rules
One
Can never
Have
Too many
Tools
mountainside cabin
fabulous views all around
sliver of heaven
