cold hands grip tightly
soft ice under dirty snow
crocuses peek through
autumn squeezed between
summer burn and winter chill?
climate change extremes
sparrows on the bread
fighting a frozen bread crust
and among themselves
lavender flowers
left wilting in a chipped cup
memories frozen
Smoke streams from age-old
chimneys of trembling nostrils:
The winter of life.
What I treasure is
Seeing the snow remove all
That I once treasured
Rain over snow: God
holds in armor eight pine trees
straight above my house.
Seen from far away,
the leaves fallen from bare trees
look like brown blossoms.
Quiet winter day
New moon visible at noon
Two crows flying west
snow falls like the rain
sweet is the touch of my love
in pain my soul weeps
Red cracks sear windows
Icicle tears cling to sills
Heart storm clots gutters
Feather snow hardens
To cold white steel, by sun's glare
That fades its glory.