In My Backyard
It’s Mid-February, and I
thought winter
had grown senile and forgotten
all about us
in Southwest Colorado.
But as I look out the back,
snow sparkles and shadows fill
the pockets
where the snow has melted
a bit.
The birds, disappointed
at the empty birdfeeder,
fly off in search of food.
The north side bushes,
still huddled beneath their
burden,
must envy those on the
sunny side.
The maple tree stands tall
and bare
resolutely waiting for
warmer weather
and a new green wardrobe.
As the sun brightens my
backyard,
I wonder if this was the
first and last snow,
with springtime just
around the corner.
But knowing Colorado, I’m
sure,
winter still has tricks up
its sleeves,
senile or not.
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