Projections

Maybe I'm projecting

but when I look 

at the woods out back

I feel the frustration

of the trees,

at being wet and still

leafless in the cold,

impatient for spring

to feel like spring,

not the tail end of winter.

Or possibly I've got it wrong

and they are in no hurry.

Perhaps they, like me,

are just reluctant to wake up

and anticipate their blooming

with the same disinclination

I have to rise when
the alarm clock rings. - Jeff Barnes