After the Snowfall

The red roof tiles shine in the sun;
The neighbour's lawn has now begun
To show its pale green shade again
The street washed clean with winter rain.

This Poet-In-The-Woods admires
Life's changing scene and never tires
Of observing nature's subtle skills;
Today the sun spills through the hills ...

Feb, our shortest month, begins
We hope with magic in its wings
Sign of Aquarius in the sky
Perhaps with Cupid on the fly?

My fingers quickly press the keys
To capture changes such as these
Time for hope as underground
Nature stirs without a sound...

The miracles of life unfold
Revival happens in the cold
Although we cannot see it yet
The stage for Spring is being set!

(c) Poet in the woods 2019