After the Worm Moon
 
I sniff for cherry blossoms,
 
but smell only frost.

 
 
 

After the Worm Moon
 
daffodils begin to stir
 
in their wintry beds.

 
 
 

Night of the Worm Moon—
 
sniffing the air for blossoms,
 
I smell only frost.

 
 
 

I’ve waited six months
 
to see the Worm Moon’s glowing—
 
clouds hide it from me.

 
 
 

After the Worm Moon,
 
the scent of early blossoms
 
stains the warming air.