Feeling the wind bite
Why does sunlight
Not banish the chill
Rustle of leaves
Muffled by snowfall
Such brave Squirrels
The deer prints
In the fresh powder
Lead only to poop
בין הקר והחושך
חפסתי שלבווה
ומצעתי רק את הירח
עצים עירומים
שאין להם דם
יש שורשים
Walking in sunlight
Too warm for my coat
Too cold to remove it
Searching past geese
Occupying the park
I can hear honks!
Amidst slushy streets
Half frozen and dirty
My boots get wet
The empty garden
Sits waiting
Ready for spring