Dreary grey morning
cool and brisk
Squirrel runs by fast
“Where are those nuts?”
Time to hunker down
Time to consider layers
Time to bring out the teapot
And, when the sun does come out
there are still glorious colors
awaiting our perusal
My creative Spirit has a query…
Who pulled the plug?
It seems the colors
all without pomp
or circumstance at all
simply drained out
Greyness, shades of greyness
and misty coldness midst the grey
• • •
It must be time for washing
bathe the palette properly now
And charge it up
with brand new colors
come Spring
Mock turkey
hiding in the grass
As his wattle wiggles
‘neath white beard and red hat
Pretending to be
what he is not
Mocking the people
and their eating beliefs
that they were taught
Merry thanks to you…
It’s time to plant
A winter’s garden
To toil in soil and clear ground
Make way through summer’s crop
and begin fall’s trek into winter
The seeds of greenness and deep roots
flourish in the autumn warmth
‘Neath still moist earth
rushing lazily to break through
• • •
There are seasons to our growth
and times to clear tired and leggy leftovers
from a season past
May your new harvest be bountiful…
Upon the end of winter’s nod and blink
buds of purple, plum and pink
appeared and opened to share fragrance
Sweet enough to match the beauty
more intense than one would think
Like lotus floating in the air
tulip blossoms suddenly there
On the tree that sat with knobby twig
through winter’s short days
cold, rain, or fair
Spring awaits no clock or human
just blossoms forth when it can
