Just a Poem Before I Go

Bonus points to the obscure song reference!

It IS National Poetry Month. All three of these reflect my feelings today as I searched for signs of the spring. Still no buds on the trees but the crocuses are finally bursting forth and there are patches where the grass is starting to grow again, a darker green in the brown-green seas.

Solstice Moon

The moon looms just over the horizon

Bright and huge behind a gauzy mist

Higher, irregular puff balls skid past

Illuminated below in cold white-yellow

Fading to dark gray barely separable

From the inky black zenith sky.

Haiku

Silent sentinels

Watching over white fields

Through the long winter

Sentinels

Talk, black, silent sentinels

Their scores of branches

Reaching into the brightening

Blue-white sky

Coated in a white mantle

From the first wet snowfall.

They bear witness to the bustle

Of a commercial season;

To the commuters cursing,

Sliding on the ice, driving

Too fast for safety

Too slow for their own impatience.

Oak, maple, elm, sycamore

Virtually indistinguishable

From one another,

Shorn of their canopies.

Swaying gently, hosting  a few

Diehard birds singing a cold song.

All through the short days

They will rest and watch

Until the rising sun is warmer;

Its light is brighter;

Then, as the crocuses burst

Will they stir back to glory.