This too shall pass

On wintry mornings,
when all else but coffee fails,
take heart; spring’s coming.

Nature speaks

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,

as toddler for its mother,

comes first sign of spring.

Reaching for the skies,

like well manicured buildings,

aim for the high life.

Decorative cage,
symbol of reality—
for nature haters.