We Don’t Need Any Mittens

but yes it is
cold enough
for coats

Abandoned Work

half way through
and then a change
of heart or plans

Midnight Snack

dawn light reveals
the wandering path
of a nocturnal browse

A Question Worth Asking

will they take our coats
and turn them into socks and sweaters
for themselves

We Catch Eyes

and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us

Deep Listening

to the sounds
of green things growing


snow tiger-ed hill
eventually will
change her stripes to green

Goatee Devotee

amber eyed Billy
wears his beard
down to his shins
to troll’s chagrin

One of a Scurry

chin scratch
bare patch
April molt

The Mare


Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.


From the sanctuary of the woods animals watch
the metal bridge that carries man and his many parcels and purpose
to the other side and back again.