Small Joys of March – I
A little snow.
Giant flakes floating in the sky.
Lit by streetlights,
Gliding to the ground
In front of an old church.
It looks like a scene from a TV movie,
In which a couple would be walking along
Enjoying the wonder of mother nature
Together and sharing a brief kiss.
The snow is pretty.
And in the morning, the snow
Has covered the un-awakened grass
Like a thin blanket,
And sits in the trees where the branches meet
The trunk just like the instructor
In the acrylic painting class paints it every time.
And there is some snow on the tops
Of bushes resting like cottonballs.
But mostly there is no snow on the roads,
So what was pretty in the evening remains
Pretty in the morning,
And everyone is ready for spring.
Small Joys of March – II
The first dog walk after work
In the evening after
Daylight savings time begins
Is always a joy.
Without rushing home from work,
I can eat dinner,
Take time to change,
And take the dog for a leisurely
Without having to worry
That it will be dark
And chilly before we return home.
She stops to take in
The smells of almost spring
At almost every property.
As we walk the sky turns
From light blue to a dark blue
With a pinkish and orange hue
On the western horizon.
And we look for signs
Of budding flowers
But see none.
They will come.
As will spring.
And life will be renewed.