spring – Picking Up Roots

Spring Snow

spring snow
weighs heavy upon 
the green bows
of pine trees,
a gray blanket covers the sky,
the distant waters
don't offer a ripple,

stillness surrounds

the last mourning cry
of winter
as it says goodbye

Changing Seasons

the sky is clear,
an endless blue,
the sun burns unencumbered
by Winter's cold

birdsong has returned
to rest upon
lifeless limbs
awaiting Spring's buds

a season has died,
a new one begins,
life is returning

what did we learn,
what will we carry forward
to ensure we are not
just counting the passing
of time

A Hint of Spring

what a relief
is the winter sun,
cutting through
the bitter cold air,
to provide a faint glimmer
of a distant warmth -
a hug of hope,
a reminder
of a Springtime to come -
it nourishes the soul;

too often we fear
the bite of winter winds,
keeping ourselves locked inside
we miss out on
the most joyous part of winter:

these simple reminders of Spring,
so precious,
they keep us going