#60

A warm mug steaming,

The glorious scent of tea

Fills the frozen air.

#59

The winds still blow cold;
Random flurries from the sky.
Winter still holds tight.

#58

Strawberry pudding,
In anticipation of spring,
Helps fight off the chill.

#57

Nevermind the date,
It is no longer winter.
Even birds agree.

#56

Strange sounds in the night
Don't disturb the sleeping dog.
Only I can hear.

#55

Small tasks are painful
Even with the off-hand broken
Days are frustrating

#54

Working is so hard -
No writing, cooking, cleaning -
With a crippled hand.

#53

Snow fell hard and fast,
Then, when the evening came,
All the snow was gone.

#52

Beads fly over me.
Paczki pass by on platters.
Happy Mardi Gras!

written with the help of Kimberly C. Gray

#51

A single black rose,

My late Valentine's present.

He knows me too well.

#50

Life is suffering.
Empty, endless, tortured days.
Why put up with it?

#49

Chill wind, but sunshine.
Spring, why do you tease me so?
I'm sick of winter.

#48

A creak and a moan.
The old house groans with the wind,
Also tired of cold.

#47

Heat, glorious warmth!
Savior to my aching bones.
Now I rest easy.

#46

Sitting next to me,
A pile of clean laundry,
Stalked by a kitten.

#45

'Midst the icy cold,
A day devoted to love.
Happy Valentine's.

#44

A plaintive meow
Echoes through the apartment.
Kitten, I'm right here!

#43

Half-eaten orange halves

Sitting on my patio,

How did you get there?

#42

Daffodils, tulips;

Flowers have come to the shops.

Almost feels like spring.

#41

The cool morning brings

Great white mountains in the sky.

Our final light snow?

#40

Lying in bed as
The church bells ring out their song.
It is time to rise.

#39

A beautiful day

Deserves a beautiful mood.

That is hard to find.

#38

First push the hook through,

Wrap around, pull, then again.

A blanket for spring.

#37

The pond is made small,

Just a puddle for the ducks.

It is mostly ice.  

#36

Posted on the wall
A sailing ship with full sails
That's going nowhere.

#35

I say to myself,

"Onward! Go toward adventure!"

But there is no time.

#34

Singing to myself
A lullaby to comfort.
It is not enough.

#33

The birds have returned;

All the snow has disappeared.

Has spring come early?

#32

The cool night breezes

Bring with them more ice and snow.

Warmth follows behind.