rain down, keeping me in, looking out.
Melting perimeters, pock holes, black ice
laced to thicker seams from first freezing,
dotted holes with spidery tendrils
beasts whose maws threaten to engulf
unwary fauna intent on quenching thirst;
pings and pongs short and long
booms and muted boings reverberate
like rolling thunder
in a baritone discussion on why
not to brook trespass upon its back.
Flora, on the cusp of new life
pregnant with bud,
daffodils, tulips, crocuses,
awakening to nature’s call
to burst forth in colour
accessories to drab surroundings
to herald prolific summer blooms awakening
in gentle April showers.