the frail sun, the frosty lawn
the old tree and tire swing
wait for summer
Boxcar and Branches
The train waits for its green light
as the trees’ buds await sufficient sunlight
In Lingering Ice
lonesome for the red winged
longing for the frogs’ calls
believing in the sun
cattails wait
Black in Blue
a crow waits
with the rest of us
for the dawning of green
Waiting
between storms
a colorful dawn
reminds us of what
we are waiting for
Debut
Next year’s chorus of peepers
waits and gestates in the watery wings.
Lonesome for Sunshine
Some days in April
Spring feels farther away
than in December.
Endurance
Dangling over the hard, frozen river
seedpods dance in the bitter winds of winter;
awaiting their new life flight on the gentle breeze of spring
and planting in soft, fertile ground.
Waiting
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.