Under the split maple in the front yard
still
covered with banks of snow the clump of snowdrop flowers
imagines
blasts of wind in the icy rain because I know
they will be
there
Squirrels and rabbits have found the piles of torn stale bread left on the barrel as a gesture of interspecies celebration of longer days
Morning pages, journals and small spurts of action signifying a continual quest for simplicity and reduction of baggage
Telephone messages
Supplemented renewal but in due time
Snowdrops still
under
the snow
An Embarrassment of Freedom 
Love it
Winter just doesn’t want to give up this year.