Spring Flowers

Moved old brown leaves,

Lovely colors hiding below,

Hiding from the deer.

Spring Snow

Light dusting of white

Covers the ground before us.

Daffodils still smile.


You stand there and stare,

Maybe a sigh or a huff.

What? What do you want?


Alarm clock ringing,

Cardinals and robins sing

Waiting for sunrise.


Binge watching TV,

British baking, Father Brown,

Am I Anglophile?