The Return

Winter is over

Officially; we welcome

Spring with open arms.

(I’m sure I’ve said exactly such

At this very time last year.)

Skat@2020

To Feed the Birds

Glorious sun shines

As my feet sink deep into

Yesterday’s snow drifts.

Skat@2020

Not quite 50 words

hó, sne, schnee, snø, śnieg,

niege, nieve, neve,

nix– falling again

Skat@2020

Unpredictable

Sun with extreme cold

High temps coming, then snow—

Getting old now.

Skat@2020

On Deck

In wintry twilight
Twenty-seven mourning doves
Comfortably roost

skat@2019