their Spring molt.
The birds are flocking to the feeders.
The snow began last night and has
continued to fall all day today.
It is a wet snow.
I hope the butterflies and bees
found warm shelter.
found warm shelter.
Some of the daffodiles were in bloom yesterday.
I cut a few for the kitchen table
knowing snow would break their stems.
I feel sad.
I am saying goodbye to Picses.
It is difficult to welcome Spring
when she wears a cold white dress.
when she wears a cold white dress.
I turn to my books.
I will gather clover another day.
I look to the art of Spring
and the traditions of Spring.
I am reading
and chasing Spring in my dreams.
The calendar says it is Spring.
Father sky says it is Winter.




































