Wide awake, so late.
Old dreams fill my head, again
More insomnia
Anxiously waiting
For spring to arrive, today
Birds sang before dawn.
March 1, not a lion –
More a chilly little cub,
Breaking winter’s hold.
Too many gray days
Not enough sun, sad before
I start. Stay in bed.
Get on the train, go
High above the clouds – travel
To the sunny heights.
‘Bye February
Gray and cold month of my birth
Bring on March and spring!
Distant traffic hums
Mist blurs the moon, dark blue sky.
As my day begins.
Peat pots, new earth, seeds.
Green shoots soon to follow, herbs,
Peppers and flowers.
Full moon fills the sky
Gradients of light circle
The silvery disk.
Not as bright as day, but the
Light can guide all of us home.
When it’s cold I want
To sleep. Under the covers.
Ahhhh, hibernation.
London fashion week.
More clothes none can wear, too weird
Even for the sheep.
Warm and spicy, sweet
With fruits, today we learned to
Cook Moroccan food.
Every day something new,
Unexpected, maybe not
Still, i look forward.
In summer we have
Fireflies, they flit about
In winter, snow flakes
Drift from the sky, they flit and
Fall. Fireflies in the cold.
Washington’s birthday
Cherry pies and cakes, is the
Story true or myth?
Time Flies Like an Arrow 