winter waiting
on the swing
for play time
Snow Day
Phantom Limb
I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
February’s Gate
ready to swing wide open
for any and all
kinds of kindness and love
Swing Time
with the morning sun
still kind
dew tickles toes
Destination Spring
winter rides
the pony swing
galloping towards spring
