March 17: Except, sunset

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

February 25: Long winter

Ghost of snow
blows through the branches--
fleeting dreams of spring.

March 24: Early spring

Wind lifts the prayer flags--

will our prayers

rise in this cold air?

March 17: Vulture

At this point
any sign of spring will do.
A vulture soaring? Yes.

March 14: Lo, on high, yon Bald Eagle!

The crows are pissed
but my spirits soar in blue skies
with that eagle.

Do you see the eagle waaaay up in the sky?

February 20: Shoveling yet again

I'm getting really tired of shoveling snow this winter, and yet whenever I'm outside, shovel in hand, I always notice something that makes me stop a moment and feel grateful for being out there.

Perfect line of mouse tracks
in snow. I hesitate
before shoveling.

February 19: When will winter be over?

Red hot cardinal
sings with vigor
above piles of fresh snow.