Monday, January 5, 2015


I woke to a dusting of white...
frost on the window panes
white sheets of snow dancing
as they wave hither and yon across the way
over the dried goldenrod and milk weed pods
past the den doors to critters tucked in for winter
following the deer tracks and scuttle marks of squirrels
to the sweet sounds of water
burbling up from the frozen ground
tinged blue with ice
waiting for spring