Cavity to a relic bone…
cool cold sets in…dismal and encouraging.
Not among wealth but amid slothful home.
I am ravished in petty accolades.
Never left…unto my own.
Westerly winds itch at the hem of spring’s fertile making of a fool.
However, April promises an essential maverick.
Light of day eases winter’s shame.
Offspring from a December’s nap come out for play.
They clamor and clatter at the air and offer an after bite.
Too soon daylight turns to a fitful night.