Near the end of winter
Our winter is on its way out, I think. Signs of spring show up weekly. Buds on trees, a sighting of robins, green stems in the garden where flowers bloomed last spring. I'm ready for the warmth of spring and the promise of new growth. Having said that does not mean an end to the snow and cold temperatures just yet. How I wish I had a photo to show this, but you'll have to imagine it through my words. This little poem was published by Good Times magazine several years ago and I still like it. I hope you do too. Indigo Ocean Streetlights trail the sinking February sun even their glow cannot dim the sky tonight a vivacious quarter moon blooms beyond its borders a jet winks and streaks past glittering stars sprinkled over an ocean of indigo ink