Author: Brent

Clinging gently
To brown forest branches
Pussy willows

Bird songs
Fill the morning air
Fills these tired lungs

Icy shock
Water slowly
Fills my shoe

Flurry of flocks
Streams swell with water
Running home

Picking out snow
From behind the tongue
Of my shoe

In the wee hours
Rain, sleet, and ice unite
To plot treachery

Dark clouds
At sunrise
Painted brightly

All the riches
Of the morning sky
In a puddle

Be ye friend or foe
Two appendages of white
Season’s welcome ghosts

Cracking ice
Punctures the silence
Of empty streets