It snowed steadily all night, and the morning
has dawned bright and brilliant and blue.
Everything angular and known is softened or buried,
Familiar pathways have vanished under an expanse
that extends to the edges of my horizon.
To this strange and beautiful place I bring
the only thing I have, the only thing I’ll ever have:
Hope and wonder and the warmth of my being.
Photo Art by Elisabeth Messina
Don’t be a wallflower,
Spring.
Don’t slip in silently
and stand in the shadows.
Don’t be afraid of Winter,
that bully.
We’ve had enough of his
biting remarks and
cold retorts.
I’ll punch him
in the nose for you
and take the Saturday
just to watch him
sputterandspit.
Just step forward
and dance with me.
I’ll dance with you
as long as you like,
long after that
wildly popular sweaty
Summer shows up.
Chali Davis 