Flock of tarnished brass
Waits for a vernal polish
to be bright again.
—
horns heard overhead:
an elegant brass quartet
in white tuxedos.
—
gallery sculptures
polished by the sun and wind
hushed by their whispers
—
unwashed but refreshed,
aching but strengthened,
tired but renewed:
a weekend in the wilderness
—
Loving the white,
embracing the snow;
Dreaming of green,
impatient to grow!