the tops of pine trees
push their way
out of the fog
like the stuffing
come loose
from an old pillow
who are you, I ask?
the puppies fur
like fluffy cotton
after her bath
but coarser and dense
the static of cold air
pulling it upright
who are you, I ask?
the pre-spring earth
teaming with life
bring juncos, crows
starlings & chickadees
spilling across the yard
the excitement rising
there is always tomorrow
© January 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
by jpkwitter
reneejustturtleflight.com 