this is the way

the silk fell

and this script

could be read

many ways

like a poem can

not so much these large ones

who move through winter

with magesty

who know the signs of springing

the redwings, the starlings, the cardinals, the chickadees

and all are singing

their spring songs

color paints the sky,

then white outs

this one with thunder

i'm moving through

this time

and soon i'll have some news up here

but not just yet.

sunday morning breakfast:

pancakes with brand new maple syrup!