A pale orb brooding, Omen of menace, Behind winter’s veil, Glares in retreat. Bare boughs stirring, All lacy and dark, In spring never fail, Await gentle heat. Small birds singing, Bidden with hope, Suffered every gale, Lift wings to beat. Dogs on ice loping, Their masters arear, Boats without sail, Tack with their feet. Gulls stoic resting, Waiting for thaw. Their journey a tale, They gather a fleet. Hockey pucks flying, Kids turning blue, The fathers regale,While mothers greet.
Ron Cohen © 2011