fresh snow on mountains,
flakes dancing downward, angels by the thousands,
ice crusted and glistening
piles of snow shoveled into sugary lumps.
hills now frozen
sky cloudy, heavy with sleet or drizzle
roads coated with rain, soon to be
late afternoon sun against blue sky
hints of spring to come, maybe soon
days longer, a brave
daffodil almost open.
Snow Moon of February
full, through black clouds and black
hills, shining on snow
filling the valley
once white, now black, now bright
Coyotes will howl tonight
the cats and I deep under the covers
waiting for spring.