Briskly moving now
Grass crunches under boot's fall.
Last paw print frozen.
winter storm brewing
angry winds lash the windows
echoing cold words
an octagonal
impression upon the snow
now a "three-way stop"
cold of winter night
pale light from a dry round moon
softer than silence
The red fox and the
garden Buddha meditate,
their cushion fresh snow.
covering the walk
leading to my unlocked door
a dusting of snow
A lone chipmunk runs
through falling snow beneath the
witch hazels in bloom.
equinox arrives
white snow melts off tree branches
green buds grow outward
Army of ravens
Bow power lines in winter
Wingspans darken skies
Dove flies through cold breeze.
Lands to rest on soft white ground.
Fades on winter snow.
late winter morning
new buds snuggle in branches
slumbering til spring
Snow rests on branches.
Shivering among bleak breath.
Numb hands let leaves fall.
a cold winter breeze
snowflakes parachute softly
on empty branches
snow early this year
today I cut Father's shirts
into quilt patch squares
a patch of old snow
falls from a cedar tree branch?
weight of a squirrel
He massages pigs
with salt and pepper before
the slow, winter snow.
yellow elder leaves
blow away before first frost
afraid to wear white
Crouched on the rooftop
Snow covered robin awaits
The morning or death
Sparrows chirruping
in the unceasing deluge ?
winter slips away.
Cold morning. I sleep
well in an ice cocoon. And
so does the white moon.
Burning flames savor
the feel of my hand entwined
with yours- cold as ice.
a burned-out building
snow-covered steps lead nowhere
Man's plans gone awry.
chaste upon her lips
morose whisper of winter
loss consumed her bones
a bitter ice wind
makes the proud trees bend and groan
frozen is the world
tied up in a box
I returned your jewelry
snow falls--I shiver
with six small fingers
snowflakes tap on our window
begging to come in
Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.
snow may cap the mount
and chill make branches brittle
but vale grass grows green
Intricate snow flakes,
woven into a white quilt,
creates a new world.
A man ought to love
brown leaves and the last acorn
before winter snow
the dripping faucet
when will the cold freeze these walls
snow swirling outside
wild turkey footprints
swell on the melting snowfall
raptors roam my woods
sounding geese point dark
against the buttermilk sky
frost thorns guard birch twigs
Muffled quietness
Shroud that covers everything
A winter snowfall
A warm south wind. Snow
disappears into puddles.
Goodbye White Christmas.
Harsh the cold wind blows
Yet tears burn strongly with heat
sad is this season