Searching for Signs: A Poem

There was a moment

we thought Winter

might stay,

 

Ice and Cold and Gray.

I was making ready

to welcome it -

 

And learn the ways

of Eskimos

and Polar Bears.

 

Warming with fire,

not sun.

Fishing in frozen

 

streams. Making friends

with this new destiny.

But you kept on

 

searching for Signs:

the Red-winged

Black Bird,

 

The crocus, the sap.

And the yellow and blue

Of the sun and the sky.