On winter's windy
days, that faithful sentry, my
scarecrow salutes me
Bric-a-brac brooding
on lost time ? strain as hard as
the snow falls gentle.
1:00 am?I catch
my eldest eating ice cream.
I take down a bowl.
snow purls small stitches
rows and rows a woolen scarf
upon winter's neck.
Walking home from work,
my footprints in snow point the
other direction.
leaves in rainwater
naked branches catch snowflakes
in a winter breeze
at the hospital ?
spring flowers filling her room
winter in her eyes
when the winter comes
the sunlight over the snow
heaven fell to earth
grayish, frozen sky
a bitter wind howls at night;
snowy, hushed footfall
Desolation in
the wood. The winter moon shows
only death tonight.
The snow keeps falling
Flakes that land without a sound
Are they yours or mine?
the red hound glares sharp
across the frozen river
coyote grins back
ice shards bite elm twigs
catch shine from jupiter who
chances the sun's wake
Eskimos have more
Than thirty words for snow, soon
They'll need just one; gone
the winter magpie
skips by so nonchalantly
everything freezes
The crunch of frozen
grass underfoot... awaiting
Indian Summer
For ten years I write
one poem. Now, pale winter
snow edits my lines.
Winter willow waves
opaled arms, bearing weight, white
of innocent snow.
Snow falls on lake's shore.
Winter fingers work magic,
turn water to ice.
summer's fragile reeds
now ice-layered bend to write
our names in the snow
winter's icy feet
pressed in the small of my back
keep me up all night
vision of Winter:
outline of geese overhead
not making a sound
Snowflakes on my face,
masking the salty dampness
of your departure.
A purple crocus
springs up through the winter snow.
Daffodils take heed.
An autumn bruised black
leaves swept under the roadside
for winter to bloom
Huddled together
Pining for sweet summer fruit
Snow-covered Monkeys!
all the leaves dropped dead
bare branches, hard arteries
squirrels' nests, bulging clots
snow piles disappear,
blossoms anxious for the melt ?
old secrets emerge
the garden roses
so still and calm at twilight;
no thought for the frost
Grass blades wilt here now
Cold shade in a winter haze
Moon peeks through bramble.
winter snow falling
two crows then three like black snow
hopping on a tree
Ice painted trees crack
Power lines snap; the blackout ?
opens to starlight.
Perusing fine words
Used pages like winter skies
Then, her lost blonde strand
On still winter nights
the hunter stirs in slumber
to fawn's quiet sobs
carefully reading
a book window-side midnight
snow's ambient light
Sailboats wrapped in snow
sigh softly and ache for spring,
dreaming of the sea.