The full moon glides across winter's nightas February now concedes to March,the month between the seasons, fickle skiesthat now are mellow, now are cold and harsh.The crocus tentatively tests the airthat taunts with whispered hints of summer warmth;the daffodils, the tulips, debonair,all toss their yellow heads with wanton charm.But winter only rests, it does not… Continue reading