Snow Moon

Snow Moon

Fifties today,
rain by daybreak.
Unlike many,
I would welcome snow
and crisp biting cold
and wisps of cloud
across a sky
wrapped in stars,
winter clear.

In this year
of friend against friend
and bitter words,
the February thaw
unseasons.

There will be
more anger hurled
before dawn.

Dawn's Cute Cooties

Oh, beautiful Dawn.
Your cooties are beautiful, too.
Have you talked to them
and asked them
what they require?
A sonnet, a thought-provoking
read, a magic aria?
Do they revel in warmth
or especial coolness?
Do they respond to code
words, marking them off
as less tolerant?

Would they accept advice
from Facebook Friends
to find other cooties
and plan a cootie party
which would leave out
their host human?

Cooties: a word to the wise...!