February 23rd

it is bright, it is warm,

murky skies at early dawn

it’s serene…

February 22nd

white haze, going grey,

dissolves slowly; then floats above

like a soft empty cloud

February 21st

someone said today

they saw their first butterfly;

my heart leapt with joy

February 20th

the delight I feel

when early evening is still bright;

softly coloured spring light

February 19th

tiny, green, tender,

strong, weak, growing hope in a pot –

I’m raising bonsai

February 17th

that lust to be out,

to breathe the fresh, fragrant air

is so spring-like

February 16th

crushed crystals scrumble

under light shoes, carefully tiptoeing

around this thin, thin ice