february 27th

Balmy days call for climbing muddy embankments,

hunting wild game and crossing raging torrents.

february

Under the porch steps a kidlet discovers beauty.

Stalactite and sphere-like stalagmites.

february 22nd

For the umpteenth time it feels like spring,

and the kids and the water rush gaily over the snow

leaving imprints of cheer and promise.

february 19th

february 18th

february 16th

february 14th

february 9th

Solid hand hewn beams give way to time and elements and neglect.

Woods replaced by farms replaced by suburbs,

hunting folk by farm folk by town folk.

Above it all the moon cycles without pause

from the very beginning until the very end.

february 7th

Beneath open blues and on empty browns,

with a stick as weapon and imagination as his script

he makes his way into adventure

and returns with outside in his eyes

and the wind on his cheeks.

february 1st

Yesterday our thermometer peaked at 10 degrees. The previous day's snow quickly turned into slush and water and seeped into the soil and flowed towards ditches. Balmy weather brings everyone outside to inhale deeply and to dream of the season of renewal.

Hope springs green.