(Today we welcome back poet R. Gerry Fabian, with three works running today through Wednesday)

The sunlight comes through

the bedroom windows

at different angles lately.

In the back of the brown yard,

snowdrops show white flowers

while the wood pile is barely hanging on.

Up against the weathered barn

rest various sets of skis

that haven’t been used in weeks.

Somewhere in the house,

a woman’s voice is humming a song

about flowers and young lovers.

Spring’s a long time coming

around here.

R. Gerry Fabian

(Image by DWB)