Almost Sunrise

Bare branches will come to life

Under perfection of color gradients

Many of us begin daily strife

For the goods & nutrients



A familiar Winter apparition

Has returned: The snowdrop

Normally, a month sooner would it pop

At least, that’s my recollection



There’s no moon

Rains, winds, chase around the house

I’m not immune

To how this reduces us all to the next mouse



I should be grateful

Winds were plentiful

Yet, my house is strong enough

Also when the storm gets rough