Small Signs of Hope: My tomatoes in hope were displayed In bright sun on the sill, not in shade But they froze in the night And will never be ripe Thus my dreams of caprese waylaid.
Small signs of hope: Indoor profusion reassures me that spring waits within winter’s snow
Small signs of hope: Storm rages outside Nestled in my kitchen’s warmth orchid blooms begin
Small signs of hope: Blessed are neighbors with strong backs and stout shovels and generous hearts
Small signs of hope: Work’s siren call fades Snowflakes cascade like starfall My thoughts become dreams
Small signs of hope: Vivid dreams of words Dancing letters scattering An unwritten song
Small Signs of Hope More snow will come then rain and mud and summer’s heat probably wildfires But at this precise moment warm air caresses bare skin
Small signs of hope: Popsicle Bunny Tugs and nibbles frozen grass Searching for sweet Spring
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse: Waking in wee hours Restless, unrested, but still Amazed with this life