snow and cherry tree
snow falling on red round orbs
winter in the spring
Frost binds to bare trees.
Bleak dew covers the morning.
A life forgotten.
In Anchorage snow
before the false-front saloon,
bottlenecks glitter.
the Northern Kingdom
snow bound moonlight hardening
where dreams are buried
darkness wraps the mind
fighting for the light again
winter takes it all
Snow melt swells river
Spring flows scour the landscape
Fish find calm water
Sweet fire listens.
Too delicate beauty stirs
Death as light snow falls.
words from yesterday
like dead leaves on frozen ground
nutrients of hope
Kisses from the sun
Burning lips leave me frozen
The touch of Midas
dark night heaven smiles
winter sighs chill fingers stretch
bullfrogs sing aloud
The master inscribes.
The past, reborn, signs the page:
Footprints melt the snow.
Ice in Boston melts
only for a mere second
freezing back in place
a sly red fox hides
under the magnolia ?
patches of old snow
Wheat stubble in snow
Interrupts a field of white
Nature needs a shave
A weak winter sun
Vainly struggles to burn through
Winter's icy fog
the last dregs of snow
live and die by the Sun's glance-
feeding daffodils
The first green of spring
protruding from snow and soil-
presents from the Sun
this curtained darkness
something about the silence-
overnight snow drifts
snowflakes fall gently
shattered within a moment
my grasp was too strong
snow fallen branches
sway in a cold breeze, feathers
ruffle in a nest
Winter. Old fence felled
by wind rests against an elm
growing bright new moss
cerulean cry
winter claims her bare canvas
gusts of northern winds
Black birds on the road
Cautious snow flakes, lazy winds
No traffic at all
The albatross failed
to migrate, when the winter
consumed the region
on bare branches a
shower of snow, in the nest
ruffle of feathers
Below the ice film
Blanketing the sleeping pond
Golden fins quiver
White snow falls to Earth
Cardinal lands on tree branch
Fire among the ash
ice flower pattern -
an unknown author's painting
just in the window
No snow to blanket
the shifting earth of my home.
My California
First frost of the year
The lake steams in the morning
Geese are taking off
Horse race in late May
black-eyed Susans in their vase
whiskey burns ice cubes.
Hard tug on my line
summer speckled trout, redfish
flip in the ice chest.
The trees bend with snow
While the wind seeks its own breath
Shadows blend the two
Winter in Madrid
I pass outdoor flower stands
Boarded up till March
December T-shirt
wind blustering through the palms
California
tiny snow angel
snowflakes kiss your rosy cheeks
white winter beauty