Winter in the Heart

 by Edward M. Moersfelder

Just a precious week ago

That first spring storm blew through

Aroused the pond below the hill,

And wedded green to blue.

Today my phone says eight below

The fertile water gone.

And last night's snow erased the grass

That grew until the storm.

 

Three days ago the chorus frogs

Trilled pocket comb love sighs.

Beyond, the sandhills called and etched

Wide circles in the skies.

 

Today the frogs' blood crystallized

Limbs dormant as the trees.

The cranes have fled to Mexico

Inside their brown RVs.

 

It was just yesterday it seems--

I knew spring morning dew

I dreamed of what is possible

When summer sun is new. 

Today the air was bitter, chill

A sun dog chased its tail.

The drifts outside banked cold on cold--

And I saw summer fail.