2 1/2 to 3 weeks to the first day of spring. This week we had a taste of a tease of what is to come. Most of the snow is gone. Winter does not whis to release its grip upon the land. Last week I replaced the tub surround, this week I straightend up and bot rid of a lot of junk from the basement and garage. I think I am ready for spring, and the warmer weather. As for my poetry, I pulled another one out of my noggin. I hpoe you like it. ............

Comming Storm

..

Winter ends

not in peace, not

in quiet.

..

As spears once struck upon

shield.

Cold mail, dry leather

creaked and groaned,

So do trees,now parry among

themselves,

and windows rattle.

..

Save for the wail of wind

in strung wire

No voice given to the urgency

A thousnd fold hoof beats

drum across the land.

..

Shapeless, cold,

an army of

wingless shadows race

the night.

To stand against

spring's approach.

..

To the comming

storm,

a wolf's moon, preditor moon

lights the way, for this

clash of natures warriors,

ccd

Feb. 2011