Mid-Winter Reverie
In mid-winter, bitter cold
passes into warmth –
wind whispers Southern stories.
A bit of yellow brightens
goldfinches’ gray feathers.
Long nights dwindle
into early rising dawns,
seemingly, a hint of change.
Our hopes, with this small melt,
soar into thoughts of spring.
Lainie Senechal
Lovely poem, Lainie.
Was there an installation ceremony for the new Poet Laureate? Did I miss it?