Winter-Dazed.
Tomorrow\'s plants curl in frozen patches
as snow-mottled clouds
hang unsmilingly low over cold ground.
Surges of change entered air\'s passage
as Spring, winter-dazed
sluggishly pushes green things awake.
Stifled and naked ice-stiffened vines
still as stick-statues
dream of red dresses full of grape juice.
Nothing appears to rile nature\'s mind
no uncertain moves
rule the intent that new will be rooted.
Cold it may be but Spring knows its duty.