A Poem to Beckon Spring

Three more days of snow predicted.  The wind is howling.  I am in limbo.  Can’t use my new washer because nothing is staying on the clothes line!  Don’t want to chase any more underwear around the yard.  Can’t go planting.  The seeds will blow away.  Can’t let the baby chickies out.  They will freeze their bloomers off!  So, I wrote a little love poem. Wherefore out thou? I do search for your lovely face in undressed trees. I seek out your presence in the dirt, on my knees. I think I hear you on the waves of sweet birdsong. I then … Continue reading A Poem to Beckon Spring