Look straight up now!Into that dome of impossible blue:Red tailed hawk swoops interlocking circles,Pretending to ignore crows flapping…
Today, as I stood in the snow,The cold wind whipping fierce,I’d worn my sweater and my coat,But still the cold would…
In March we look with bleary eyesOn icicles and cold gray skies.It’s only pretty for so long;I’ve tired of singing…