Inchoate

held tight
inside the bud
color gathers force

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Cold Bur

frost still fills
the space we’ve saved
for the warming sun

Forbearance

spring’s green
biding her time
beneath the ice

Trimming

the eaves
wear a tatting of ice
fastened by a shuttle of cold

Falling

soft
and slowly
calm descends

Hens and Chicks

their
feather edges
serrated with frost

Swimming In Air

rose hips
octopuses
a garden masquerade