a colorful dawn
reminds us of what
we are waiting for
Next year’s chorus of peepers
waits and gestates in the watery wings.
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Dangling over the hard, frozen river
seedpods dance in the bitter winds of winter;
awaiting their new life flight on the gentle breeze of spring
and planting in soft, fertile ground.
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.