Yet, We Face It

snow showers plague spring
with their heartless reminder
of cold’s endless reach

Only Branches (No Legs)

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

a snowy Monday
peppered shots fired; deaths;
(Colorado pain)

a Sunday ski day
is not equal to church time
(it's so much better)

blue sky Saturday
with winter branches hugging 
the first day of spring

winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow

power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up

a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day

the sun god returns
leaving only soft snow drifts
to battle today

only two days late
the snow has taken over
(Lord, save us from drought)

preparing for snow
though it seems another farce
(thank you climate change)

will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?