light snow falls all day
clouds under skis, sky mountain
soft on aching heart
Spaniards, of course, lead
talking through the lispy night
keep me from writing
Spaniards, of course, lead
talking through the lispy night
keep me from writing
yesterday a run
in a cami under sun
today’s dawn… sun gone?
crazy cat attack
wishing winter would come back
two feet deep… too steep?
cookies baked, cake made
springtime sun pushes through shade
drive scraped clean… spring mean?
shifting weather here
spring teases, but winter’s near
snow spring… children sing.