An earlier sun rises before me--hopping into nests, chickens. --- Morning sun already up, chickens already nesting-- snow still coats the ground.
The icing of snow has fallen--dark branches rake the thin weak white air.
Television ad repeating--meditating, my mind plays its tunes.
Crackly bullrushes shiver the sound of rainfall in the winter wind.
Horizon inky with sunset over snow--work day blotted up.
All day I visit the doctor--eating, working, showering, sleeping.
Well above freezing-- slick snow shining and shrinking, trees drinking deeply.
My serious face observes the sprightly seedlings uncurling fresh leaves.
Gently I porter hungry lady bugs to the aphid ridden herbs.
The dirt road a rink of cupped slush hard frozen--we errand gingerly.
Sheen of northern sleet-- coated winter clings despite sun's daily increase.