Stripped bark

Song of lark

Chirps arrive

A quiet surprise



Snow squalls

Slow calls

Of nature's bloom

Spring comes soon



Coolness subsides

Amidst new rides

Upon sleighs high

Filled with new life



Warmth seeps in

Brightening skin

As petals open

To rays hoping



All's not lost

Amidst floss

Not at all poss'

For ideals ... 

   weren't tossed ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

10:22am Thurs. Feb. 26th, 1998