night fall—
withered chrysanthemums
buried in show
last frost
etched on my window pane
mountains and valleys
icy moon—
the stillness of winter
on White Mountain
warmer—clear skies,
sunny weather forecast—
a touch of Spring
strains of Mozart—
from a heated balcony
we watch winter stars
drip drip, drip, drip
of icicles at dawn—
the stop light changes
at noon one crocus
blooms in melting snow—
a brave new world
cherry blossoms
next week in my garden
a Spring Soirée
