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


tuned
to the sounds
of green things growing

Eventually


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