Saturday, April 14, 2018


The morning brings its weight
as I sit and sip my coffee, and
butter my ontbijtkoek.
There’s still snow on the ground

and it’s mid-April.
No sign of tulips
or crocuses, only
patches of yellowed grass.

My wife joins me
in the silence of the house
for her quiet time--
books piled next to her,

tea hot and steeping.
My children sleep still
or are quietly reading.
This is a season change

the earth tilted 23.5 degrees
on its vertical axis,
northern hemisphere
tilted towards the sun

bathed in light.
I can only sit and wait--
describe the day,
break it into pieces.