waiting out winter

once more
the low sky fills
with gray tones

the trees seem
as dead spiders

and all waits
the coming storm

the last of winter
holding fast

the past week’s
glimpse of spring
caressed our spirits

so we’ll make use of

finding the summer
in our hearts

for it is not yet
outside the window

(D. James)



all the elements
are here
heavy rain
fierce wind
bending trees
blowing leaves

I am shirtless
and grateful
on the other side
of the window

(D, James)