Good news

 

 

I hang around the telephone

 

restless, anxious for it to ring.

 

it does!  and yes, successful surgery!

 



I go and make a cup of celebratory tea

The Fair Forsythia about to make its debut

All one needs

 

is a little warmth, a little light,

 

a little encouragement

 

 

and one can glow golden along with the fair forsythia.

Synz of Spring

A frosty February day here to foil the furry varmint – no sun, no shadow

 

the year’s first robin.  An early arrival trilling midst the snowy branches

 

 

“  whatthe’ell,  whatthe’ell ”

 

 

Vincent saw this, and related it to me

 

it brought a smile

 

and a sparkle to the eye

Shadows

 

a delight to my eyes

 

rare shadows, fresh snow

 

lit by a fleeting sun

It happened one night

 

I wake, and

Willow, laden with snowfur and diamonds,

rests her elegant elbows

on the porch railing

Trapped by beauty

This evening’s snow

blossoms on the willow

and creates a pure white edging along the railing

 

A false harbinger of spring?

Promises, promises….

 

A sympathetic sun

tunnels through low clouds

to deliver a promise to winter weary souls