Once again, waiting.

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

 & waiting.

Hard to be patient.