March 17: Except, sunset

Tongue-tied by snow and cold
there's nothing more to say.
Sunset was brief.

March 18: Snowshine

Sun shining on snow--

I squint, dazzled by snowshine,

but I'm still cold.

February 23: Birdsong

Melting snow and ice.

My spirits lift to hear

a sparrow singing.

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