Thoughts from my greenhouse

dulcet morning, end of night
all is verdant in my sight,
a spider's magic silvered web
adieu the moon in lunar ebb,
flaked out flurries in fast retreat
they melt away from merging heat,
wondrous moments to be seen
all these shades of morning green,
January howls outside
ice on panes begins to slide,
beyond this glass is freezing sleet
but warm and green in my retreat.

1-1-1990
in the greenhouse