Surrounded by books.
 Nothing to read.
 Mountain snow means summer water.

 Days grow longer.
 Blackbirds haunt the trees.
 Follow the light. 

 Fingers have lost touch now.
 The mandolin cannot sing now.
 My voice is not yet still.
 

 Your turquoise shines
 in desert moonlight
 coloring my heart.
 

 Midwest bone chilling cold.
 Short sleeves here.
 Snow comes no more on the desert.