By Mary Summerbell
Lacey curtains frame the flurried dance
of swirling flakes and swaying branches.
Kitchen window; front row seat – mine to see
delightful drama of changing seasons.
Twirling petticoat of snow
showing in an unexpected wind
Gives a playful, final glimpse
of winter’s icy beauty.
And even though I hate the cold,
and always have –
Now gratefully warm in the heart of my home,
I linger for an almost sentimental moment
At this last act, the closing show,
ever-poignant final bow. It’s time to go…
As, in the wings, precocious Spring –
overdue to bud and bloom –
impatient, amused, awaits her cue.
Poised in the pause, honoring Mother
Nature’s whim – we applaud, in awe of it.