hurried greetings

flying past each other —

February wind

the sun came up

a little earlier today —

snowdrops blooming

all these years later —

the magic of knowing

just what you’ll say

the front yard bunny

dashes, then doubles back —

and still gets rained on

across a damp field

defining the edge of sight —

the fox slips away

come to me my love —

let’s go through our tomorrow

all kinds of tired

February rain —

my feet sinking down

into sodden ground

the snow we wished for

melting into rain

as it falls

it seemed that fog

grew thicker as rent came due —

which way was forward?