On the morning frost
a rounded shadow stretches —
top hat and carrot.
palm trees shed shaggy
winter pelts. spring drapes their necks
with fruity red beads
Paw prints in the snow
Two old dogs out on the trail
Many miles to go
snowfall in stillness
consuming all other sounds
softening my ears
door awning agleam
icicle diminishing
precocious spring tears
Hands of the dying
Cold as ice, yet full of warmth
A cry rents the air
The lynx in new frost
Prowls through morning light so clear
The day knows no end
At frostburnt apples
Shriveled faces, white snow hats
Drunk starlings cackle
Canopy of snow --
Even the birds are silent.
White cat vanishes.
Cardinals darting
Foraging on crusted snow
For sparsely laid seeds
from a naked oak
a lonesome sparrow watches
autumn, then winter
fingers freezing dry
withered grass in late winter
grey sky closes in
the last cornstalk rests
waves of snow settle by her
peace for a moment
snow swirls in the wind
torn blossoms of apple trees
ashes of moons past
winter reverie
sky appareled in patches
my thoughts piled in drifts
ice on the surface
hiding still flowing water
hushed but quite alive
Cold breeze strokes my skin
Soft melody of raindrops
Calm winter morning
cold, wintery breeze
blanket of frost covers ground
blackbird suns on branch
cold mists carry scent
satisfied in scarlet snow
memories of spring
saffroned winter sun
caught amid the leafless trees
sky of frosting clouds
black skeleton trees
winter bones against the snow
frantic geese fly south
fallen mockingbird
lifeless upon the cold ground
December victim
kernels of sleet fall
on the cobblestone pavement
winter not quite yet
Tulips sprout and bloom
Bear slumbering peacefully
Grass breaks through hard ice
the last leaves of fall
selflessly fall giving way
to winter brethren
An Icelandic horse
sprints straight, with no gait, across
the frozen tundra.
Moisture dribbles down
fogged coffee shop window panes.
Snow quilts hide pickups.
Freshly fallen snow,
bird tracks layered with raccoon
scribe hieroglyphics.
walking through the park
dewdrops reflect the full moon
winter night in bloom
my thick winter socks
when good is doubly good
woven by grandma
lake frozen over
a falling leaf lands gently
ice cracks like lightning
windblown snowdrifts lounge
against a row of parked cars
wintertime freeway
cold and lonely sound
the wind soughing through the pines
snow begins to fall
Ironed starched snow glaze
Paw-print pockmarks bespeak breath
Crisp exhalations
flurries of soft snow
pirouetting gently down
to silent applause
Crystal snowflakes dance,
tossed in windswept flurries, cold,
my heart is frozen.