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