No soul can bear
the cold for length
So fly you crow
of winter.
The howling north wind
changing south
to bring the whispered
spring.
We ache to hear
the silenced song
of brook and bird
and bee,
So fly you
crow of winter
with your bracken
and your bones

April 13, 2018 and we are due for another snow storm?  I am so lonely for spring.  I want get out in the sunshine and dig in dirt.  My eyes need to see some green and tulip colors, and my ears could use a few bird songs.