March 17



Now we know how it feels to be

Living inside a still snow globe

With trees wearing snow like a thick robe

The winds blowing flakes all glittery

Surrounded by snow suddenly.

Snow settles in on trails knee deep

Making them soft, even the steep

The snow begins to settle down

The wind blows and shakes it around

Inside we make memories to keep.


(A Decima Poem)

March 16



Friends and family, destination Whiteface

For an extended adventure weekend

Squeezed in a glass gondola we ascend

Then we descend on boards and skis with grace


Between snow and board Julie found space

Frozen faces, tired legs, hours we spend

Yard sales, bumps, winds, and laughs we descend.

At the summit looks like another place.


Despite the noise from the front of the car

We made it down the longest eastern blue

And had a delicious locker room lunch

From open to close we really rode far

We had so much fun the time really flew

It was a great day with a great bunch.


(A Petrarchan Sonnet)

March 12

Change is on the way


Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring

Is just a few sunsets away,

It’s mottled flowers reminding

To set the clocks forward timing

Transition to new kinds of play.


Near time to stow board and bindings

Pull tent and bike from where they stay

Prepare for warm weather hiking.

Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding

Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.


(A Copla Real Poem)

February 21

Winter Aconite


Wearing ruffled scarves in the green of spring

at once an army of flowers emerge

though it’s cold and there may even be snow.

The troops have quickly spanned, naturalizing,

longer, warmer days causing the upsurge

from small brown tubers submerged deep below.

In gold cup-shaped helmets these soldiers spread.

Platoons March around the garden to merge

head to head, creating a glow

through which no other would be so bold to tread

but slow.


(A Curtal Sonnet)