Loping slowly south
Long grey wings ripple and shake
Lonely heron hunts
Loping slowly south
Long grey wings ripple and shake
Lonely heron hunts
Warm sun on my hands
Azure atmosphere above
Spring is here at last
From bare bones to a
Chubby bundle of giggles
A busy six months
From the deepest roots
To the tall thin twig tips
The sap is rising
Long low winter sun
Peeking in at my window
Turning snow to ice
While you are away
In dreams of distant islands
I will remember
Lost or forgotten
Peel back layers of history
More puzzle pieces
Rotten roof rafters
Perching precariously
Elements erode
In the fire’s warm glow
Shadows flicker like eyelids
Drifting off to sleep
Crocuses burst forth
From sodden soggy soft sod
Like a spring sunrise