Frost covered trees

If only we were as hardy as the frozen trees
whose ice coated branches
wave and gently tinkle in the breeze.
We humans, though, resemble grass,
too weak to withstand
the onslaught of the frost
then shamefacedly creeping back
when spring returns at last.

Waiting for Spring

The ice upon the ground,

Has traveled up my spine

And filled my ears and mouth.

Waiting for a spring

I know will never come,

I watch as life drips by

Yet cannot make a sound.