I know it’s cold again, and getting colder.
The 5 inches of snow we were supposed to get turned out to be only one,
but it’s bright and getting brighter,
and today I’m feeling more hopeful, too.
When a crow comes,
squirrels spiral up the nearest trunk all together
then freeze, their tails giving them away
a suddenly softer, warmer, bulkier tree,
draped in fur.