only the sun knows
when the roofline
will give way
Melt
Distillation
winter’s gift
distilled down
into the sky blue pond
Eventually
snow tiger-ed hill
eventually will
change her stripes to green
The Listening World
all of creation
holding its breath
listening for the stirrings spring
Rush
late to meet the river
eager for the ocean’s embrace
snow melt hurries
Winter’s Shadow
shadows in the snow
soon to be transformed
by the grass and leaves that grow