Songs of Spring



you are my vernal equinox

I lean in to your warmth

frozen places stir, blink

in the brilliance

hope blooms sure, like

snow destined to saturate

the soil, singing songs

of spring


O Natal Star

O natal star, in scent of pine,

you point to heaven, where you shine

potential beams of next year’s limbs,

in snowy solemn winter hymns.