Month: March 2021

In the fresh snow
By the trickling creek, traces
Of another life

Tossed, whipped, and shaken
Forest roaring at the wind
Spring snow globe

Brush away the sleep
Step outside to read
The sky’s poetry

Air in the branches
Filled to the very top
With fresh sunlight

Stormy wind
Hurling ice at my face
The old tree creaks

Cotton-candy dawn
Squeak of ice scrapers
On the glass

Rush of wind
Biting through the branches
Adds to the silence

Bright shoes
Rounding the track
The flash

Flying birds
Cross the silent sunrise
Breathing deeply

Morning run
To the top of the hill
Greeting the sun