Sunday morning in late Winter
Nearly tastes of Spring
Small signs of life, though still cold
But no you
The trees blossom pink and white
Little leaf buds red and orange
Small signs of life, though still cold
But no you
Peering through my window
As that sheltered scene unfurls
Small signs of life, though still cold
But no you
A cat sleeps in the window across mine
Mourning dove preening on a nearby branch
Small signs of life, though still cold
But no you
Uncommon Rachel 