The Creative Corner

A Mystical Late Winter Sky

A chinook from the south, brings warmth to the breeze

Naked limbs whip gently, on thin skeletal trees

Like a dagger of crystal, a jagged icicle thaws

As Mother Nature obeys, her own unwritten laws

The earth has lain dormant, for a season or so

Now hear the faint trickle---of cold melting snow

Like veins in a leaf, miniature rivers are formed

Carving canyons minute, in wheat fields, sun warmed

Soon the dry gulch runs swollen, with turbulent waters of mud

I examine the wild bush---and see it’s starting to bud

It’s a month yet away, the vernal equinox

Geese wing their w...