Not Done Yet

sweet September
unwilling to let
summer’s party fade away

I Remember

spring
the delicate
insistence of delight

Irregardless

in the sunless day
lift your head
anyway

Fog’s Clarity

the future disappeared
along with the horizon
leaving the delicate determination of now

Declared

sun shoulders out the snow
last years blooms trumpet
beauty’s determination

Iris

iris the indomitable
sprouts beneath the snow

Perseverance

Although it has been ages
since the corral gate has kept anything in or out
it still refuses to let go.