still Winter here
icicles by the window
near trees in sun
lilies from a store
in the sunroom
lasted a long time
and fade now
still beautiful


still Winter here
icicles by the window
near trees in sun
lilies from a store
in the sunroom
lasted a long time
and fade now
still beautiful
Sunday poem in mid-February
spruce tree shadows
in light on the wall
February begins to look
towards March
the garden rests
this February Sunday
next month Spring
poetry journals
arrive in the mail
there is news
of writers I have
read for years
a poem, an essay,
a book review
sometimes an obituary
and a new generation
of writers also grows
perhaps visual art
as well as the words
photos, paintings,
cover art, credits
I read as I can
some of the print
seems small now
and I wait for the sun
and always am grateful
grey clouds
and Norway Spruce
tree in the wind
a restful view
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
all the lovely voices
singing Silent Night