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 in the coming apocalypse:
Snow stacked precisely
mitered corners, surfaces
planed to perfection