Credit: www.thestar.com
Opening the window
Turning up the volume
on the wind and rain
drops beating
sounds: a metal drum
an unexpected rhythm
dancing on the chairs
elderly and youthful pines
swinging and swaying
an homage to one another
My world is a blanket of camouflage colors
Grays, browns, blacks and greens
Trees still lack their first season’s buds
I await the birth of their newest progeny
Winter’s white finally losing the battle
Snowbanks disintegrating and retreating
Transforming into rivulets
The earth beneath no longer stiffened
but softening, oozing a gorgeous liquid bronze
Building A Life Of Hope 
Your poem really had me imagining the environment you live in even though I have never seen such a place.
Excellent! We are really looking forward to the warming temperatures here. Winter has been way too long even for this native!
A beautiful expression of Spring coming into its own.
We’re getting there! As you are as well!
Such wonderful sights and sounds of nature…your words come alive on the page. ❤
I wrote it a couple of days ago when it seemed clear that winter finally was giving in!
Cool line: “My world is a blanket of camouflage colors”.
Thanks! Those are the transitional hues as winter is ending and spring has yet to burst open!
Welcome.