2/18/2011

Wait for the Signs

 And then the day finally arrives when the sky falls,
the fog rolls in, and if you're a hockey player, you sit
on a soggy snowbank and know the season's done.

And if you're a porcupine, you go out on a limb
to nibble at some frozen bark, wishing it were more
like the size of a hockey stick.














 
 
 
Spring is starting to stretch her arms.


See more scenes at http://skyley.blogspot.com/