haiku

the sun risesmostly blockeda rare victory for the moon

today's warmth brings rainwhich melts the ice and snow --but still no loon calls

the brightest suncould not protect my facefrom the biting wind

not much warmthbut plenty of sunlight filteringthrough the trees

Meet the new moonsame as the old moon -- as Pete wrote:"Don't get fooled."

green garden sproutsforeshadow colorful blossomsthat will feed the bees

my strongest memoryfrom our visit to Venice --Murano glass blowing

i only wishyou could see how beautiful you arethrough my eyes

frost heave buckledthe ground in the ditch by the road --skunks are on the hunt

a skunkwaddling around the front yardlooking for love

orange catsits on my chest and stares at melike i owe her money

in the treetopsstarlings squawk and squiggleexcited for Spring

in about a monththe most beloved time of year --fiddlehead season

on the ground todayfive inches of fresh snow --i hope it melts soon

tiny tracks in the snowlead to the edge of the house --a hiding place

in the side yarda naked blueberry bushno starlings in sight

i open the tinthe cats come runningbut this is mine

alone in the woodsi wonder how long berriescould keep me alive

wind-blown cottonwoodreminds me of my 8 yearsin west Albuquerque

what won't be lentwill be stolen -- what won't be givenwill be taken