Walked up -- actually, I mean,
trudged up thru the snow
last night from the barn.
Inside my mittened hand I was counting how many months
of "yuk" we had lived thru this winter...
final count -- too many.
Watched a small flock of birds sitting in a tree near the feeder -
that stunned look on their little beaky faces.
So -- Spring -- sang your praises,
then you disappeared
stage door left.
And winter danced back in --
and not so gracefully, I might add.
Waiting, drumming my fingers
Hard to be patient.