crescent moon —
the song I can’t get
out of my head

spring cleaning —
a long lost photo
of my children

March wind —
a white plastic trash bag
stuck in a thorn bush

March rain —
unanswered
telephone

freshly plowed field —
the minstrel’s beautiful
nightmare song

the Dow soars —
bare branches
hiss in the wind

northerly wind —
the weekend
is gone

Sweet Sixteen —
a late season
snow shower

first day of spring —
my incredulous
ear muffs

somewhere
above the clouds
a full moon

daylight savings

the look on your face
when I turned all the clocks ahead —
“couldn’t this wait until morning?”
“it is morning,” I replied.

fresh snow —
a sudden longing
for mud