i hear up

an early spring fir

obscured chirps

gray weekend ~

e’en the fir’s head

is slumping

cobalt march ~

mornfog fades in

afternoon rain

early march ~

the mower growls ’wake

green scents

entering

inviting in

spring rain

sandy skies ~

the truck drives toward

the rainbow

february rain ~

hushed window spectators

crowd o’ cats

together

sliding down the pane

lonely drops

3 am ~

peeking thru my window

full moon

valentine’s day ~

my sweetheart

1 last snow