About Now, Each Year,
Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
It Says “Late Winter”
But I am Thinking
Early Spring, Listening for
The Crane’s First Calling
Seeking the First Buds
On Bare Tree Limbs, and All the
Day’s Green Potential
Archive for Early Spring
For Michele, On Her Birthday
Posted in Birds, Snow, Spring, winter with tags All the Day's Green Potential, Early Spring on February 23, 2016 by blglickAbout Now, Each Year,
Snow Packs Down to Greyest Ice
It Says “Late Winter”
A Year in Haiku 