Welcome....

Spring is on the cusp of
inviting winter to exit.
Milder days tentatively emerging
slipping in now and again
between the relentless cold,
and icy winds blasting 
sheets of snow onto the
landscape surfeit with its
inclement generosity.

Frozen forest streambeds
breaking free, skies turning
more often blue than
silver-grey. And above the
frozen masts of pine, spruce, fir
and hemlock a flighty
murder of crows flecking
the sky in their jubilant
discordant cacophony.