Black Gold

when April snow comes,
she draws perfect silhouettes 
before spreading soil

Only Branches (No Legs)

snow trickles through trees
as winter holds fast to spring
emptying our park

despite a cold snap
brought by April treachery 
spring blooms bring beauty

perfect skyline view
from this lonely bleacher seat
(as cold as your words)

sometimes a small bloom
from a broken, displaced plant
is all a day needs

even its roots wait
patiently in their soil
basking in the sun

even when we lose
he has won his only chance 
to be part of this

ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.

our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)

sometimes the night's lights
are only in the sunset
(not the soccer game)

a few last baskets
waiting for that hidden spring
only found in youth