A Daffodil In Winter

In the dark of night, with a cold

and chilling wind blowing rain against

the window pane we too easily forget

the sunshine days, the ones that start

before you rise and last right on

into the night. Today I saw the golden

tip of a daffodil shine like a candle

against the dark wet winter soil. It lights

the way for Spring, a beacon that beckons

the warmth of Summer and those long,

warm sunshine days.

The Last Snows Of Winter

white flakes of snow curl and swirl

in sheets unfurling like lace petticoats

the kind that girls used to wear when

the weather was not unmade by man

the wind-whistling sound as it blows all

around sends shivers through trees

and through me birds quiver in shelter

no twitter from them or from me

today just retreat into home to a place

that is warm or a little less cold anyway

days of cold days like these they give

pause they just freeze any thoughts that

may pass through my mind the hiatus

will pass soon the grass will be seen

spring green and bursting with life

and the sun will shine on like it always

has done and the world will be born

once again

Wet Autumn Day

A blizzard of wet leaves

Wind-stripped from the bent trees

Sheets of freezing cold rain

Fall again and again

And under dull grey skies

Not one single bird flies.

On a wet autumn day

Such as this we should stay

In the warmth of our homes

Take the chill from our bones

And simply remember

It is only November.