Snowy Night

White shiny carpet in lumps of sugar-candy shares time with the stars. – – – Photo by Jim Wilce: https://www.pexels.com

Winter Fortress

Sap and resin, musk and scent deep in dark and piney, spiral twirls, and needle floors bundled up and spiny. – Faintly feint light penetrates with bits of floating tree dust microscopic atom worlds— eager to adjust – Without, the world’s a whisp of white accumulated piles icy slips and frigid nips silver cold for […]

Christmas Lights

Passing by on the road the blackened shining windows of houses lying—-still. Abode of man melding in with night-ness creeping slowly into silent sleep. – What sight is this? a brash of brilliant, color splash electric green and red bedazzled string of shining lights Here a reindeer Santa, here a juggling Grinch here a snowflake […]

Winter Trees

The trees have taken off their shirts and barrel-chested stand prepped to take the plunge in winding winter winds. They stand together bold and thin former glory on the ground staring deep at coming days with steely confidence born of wisdom. Calm, and brave.

Darkly Autumn Comes

The boughs bend slightly low. Clustered treefall clothes the eves. The barking dog seems far away and someone close is burning leaves. A whisk of autumn apple air, a dash of brashness bold and spare, presumptuous crow lands in the field …and looks for corn. – – – Photo by Yuri Yuhara: https://www.pexels.com

New Life

That tree, leafing green dead, gray, ungrown just last fall, chirps forth in new song. – – – Photo by Alexey Demidov: https://www.pexels.com

Expectation

The fall of the leaves never is the end, whatever sorrow mingles with the wind like tears, however the touch of winter’s icy fingers shock and still with the chill of death that lingers on like years. For vows inscribed on circuits of the earth cannot be broken on their way through dearth and drear. […]

Winter Nocturne

Liquid light and purple bright snapping– almost silent wall of felt and unseen glow, melting thoughts to somnolescent mush. Leaden fingers weighted down; book leaves falling to the ground where they crumple as I sleep beside the flame – – – Photo by Nathan Bingle on Unsplash

White Blankets

O the coldness of the world that bundles up with blankets white and sparkling and sharp as water-frost while all of nature sleeps! – – – Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

The Winter Sky

The winter world is cold— and withered and old— the trees droop, still and bare, in the scathing air, clothed only in gray loss— mourning the leaves lately buried with the frost. … But the sky is soft as mother-love for children wounded of life— it is older than the cold and beautifully, gently bold.