New, white, bright, clean snow
overnight. Cold air beyond words.
and the bird-feeder, courageously,
invites birds still.
At times it no longer seems to matter
if the winter ends,
Life proceeds, unawares,
joys and sorrows in sequence:
family calling from overseas, packages sent via mail,
homework, house-hunting, making meals.
Day-to-day tasks, surprises, prayers.
The new snow is just that.
As if winter no longer has a hold on me.