Okay, this is the last snow, right?

It always snows in April This never isn’t true No matter early summer-like days Or brilliant skies of blue You Continue reading →

Greenhouse

My vacation plans thwarted by unseasonable weather Even the greenhouse is too cold, so I turn on the heater. Is Continue reading →

Midwestern spring

It can’t be called spring Until a final snowfall Buries in white The daffodils and early tulips Every Snowfall 2020-21 Continue reading →

Gone

Swift as the rising thermometer The snow pack retreated Inch by evaporating inch Into the air into the ground Into Continue reading →

February ends

This morning I walked down my garden path Imagining how I would change it To open up a bed for Continue reading →

Wait

Not so very deep in ground there waits For noon sun straight-angled and the longer days That signal spring. In Continue reading →

Monochrome

The overnight snow lay Like a prism, broken Rose primrose and lavender As the sun came up And the early Continue reading →

Is it a metaphor when it’s real?

Already shut in by plague (No that’s not the metaphor, that’s real, just wait) The snow keeps piling up Like Continue reading →