78. Written During the Storm on Thursday

Rain crashes loudly
against glass. But snow taps its
silent percussion.

77. Like a Crocus

Spring parts, then peaks out
from the wintery drapes, and
is crushed under snow.

76. Sick of Winter

Fooled by the warm air,
I tried on my sandals, shorts.
My feet are freezing.

75. Just One Meeting Today

Eight hour meeting
showing demos, strategy.
More action items.