Listen to the peepers sing
announcing their desire for spring
I see the first gold daffodils
are blooming on south facing hills
The pink blossomed cherry trees
bound to get nipped by a late freeze
The neighbors working loud and hard
mowing wild onions in their yard
People showing more bare skin
some so much it's near a sin
The first turkey gobble of the year
as breeding season's growing near
Robins seen in flocks and bunches
listening for some wormy munches

lean against the warm enamel
water beads
releases
falls

and the fan purrs
luxurious
behind the yellowed
chrome

all lifes illicit
want
encircles

warm
soothing
turning
cold

like the bitter bold
this pain that flows

and behind beautiful
eyes
while outside the
snow gently drifts

another drop
another breath
in the hollow
of the ache

the memory
that serves
to make

The splintered echos of a secret
seem barely audible;
but on this night,
though it doesn't seem right,
my pain is now, multiple.

I ache for all you've been through
your secret's safe with me;
without a doubt,
it's finally out,
that alone, should've set you "free".

You're defined by your pure, negativity
coercing rumors to become, true;
you can't feel...and can't grieve,
so, you decided to leave,
like it was the thing to do.

Leaves playing tag in the cold wind
as they sprint across the ground
while winter nears its chilly end
last blast ere spring comes around

In airish skies cirrus clouds race
foretelling storms now on their way
often dimming the sun's winter face
on this brisk and blustery day

Shoulders hunch and ears grow cold
eyes squint against the swirling dust
lofted by a breeze grown bold
interspersed by howling gusts