known here among the Plains. Even though both
Winter and Summer weave brief moments of
themselves among the days of this beginning,
one can not help but be inspired by all things new.
February 28:
"Once again at the end
waiting breathlessly
for another to begin,
wondering what this new
might bring, clinging tight
to a familiarity"
March 4:
"sinewy sweet summer's eve
entangled among the thickets of Spring
luring away all peaceful dreams...
down thorny path of wayward scheme,
winds from the west, billow and sway
beseeching this night to forever stay"
