snow showers plague spring
with their heartless reminder
of cold’s endless reach
Yet, We Face It
weather
No Goals Here
perfect skyline view
from this lonely bleacher seat
(as cold as your words)
Spring Planting
ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.
Oh, Oh, Colorado
our ski season ends
with bluebird jumps and peak views
(and a pinch of angst)
Hold Fast
a snowy Monday
peppered shots fired; deaths;
(Colorado pain)
Yet, So Heavy
the sun god returns
leaving only soft snow drifts
to battle today
Mind Trap
no real snow day
just a cat and a puzzle
dreaming of travel
Time Will Tell
will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?
Bereft: Only Toy Shovels Left
will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.
Soak It Away
a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet
