Happily painful

biting encounter with snow

tactile memory

frozen waterfall

memories caught forever

tumbling through time

caught on a bare twig

a white feather flirts with the

bright sparkling river

Spring shoots through the snow

unstoppable as the world

following the sun

All I have to say

about today is, it’s cold.

outdoors came in

Knocking at my door

masked stranger with a package

our eyes exchange smiles

When ever before

did social conventions

change so profoundly

Outside on the streets

faces masked, standing apart

we shun the barefaced

People stand in line

bare an arm, holding their breath

waiting for the sting

On the horizon

hopeful clouds are gathering

wind pensively waits