The pussy willow showed its furry catkins
early during a warm February week and
are now covered with heavy March snow.
We want to be optimistic. The universe
sometimes agrees – and sometimes laughs at us.
Just enough snow to make us believe
the day is a blank page and
on these faint lines we can write
a short story with a happy ending.
The window screen divides the scene
into thousands of pixels, and each one
will need to be filled, black or white,
on or off, here or not here.
A crossword puzzle we can never complete.
Outside there is snow, windswept and untouched.
The window panes form a logical grid,
but I prefer the unbroken doorway view.
Simplicity. White on white. Blue horizon.
Lokta paper before the pen or brush.