From One Season to Another

February's snow fell gently

praising the green verdancy

of the holly on the side of the house.

Snow did not fall with the diligent message

of the unexpected power of nature, nor did it

march valiantly as if it was the last fall.

Snow dressed in fleshy laced clusters

on the lofty holly in

soft-hearted trusses, posies of white

which the holly reverently received

as if they were wed under the sky.

In the hush of this beauty

not meant to be felt or touched

by human -

genuflection:

My view unimpeded and praiseful

through the glass window

the robins came: orange, swollen -belly

breasted,

first one calling another,

then finally in congregation: a chorus

to eat the fruit of the union, red berries prolific

as the lacecapped  holly so

generously offered herself

Knowing in spring, the legacy

of the holly's union with the husband snow

brought forth the robin's egg

in beauty and grace -  her fruits.