Winter’s caught us in its teeth

seems we’ll never be released,

but when I feel I just can’t cope

subtle signs may mean there’s hope:

footprints dot the hills and glens–

fox and coyote clean their dens.

Geese, long still, now search the


for what food can still be found.

Squirrels frolic, tree to fence,

in a spastic mating dance.

Flitting ‘round on tattered wings,

the sparrows and the black birds


while buds are swelling on the


hinting there might be a chance

that spring is not so far away–

I just wish it’d come today!


                Lynn (Feb. ‘14) adds, “I promised a poem a while ago and finally got ‘round to writing one!”

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