i look frequently
at this shed
but today, today i saw it from the other direction.
i turned my head and saw
stripes i never noticed.
never in 25 years.
i noticed that
yesterday's fierce west wind
had driven the wet snow
hard against shoots of willow and osier
making tiny snowdrifts
on all the bits
of winter killed
shoots and stems
and above was evidence of the weirdly
wildly
changing weather
but the landscape held only
mild, hatless weather
and it looked so
winter weary
but i spotted
green hope
framed by bubbles and ice