Thoughts On The Window

winter exhales
constructing dandelions
made of cold hope

We Don’t Need Any Mittens

but yes it is
cold enough
for coats

I Awoke At The Ocean

sand dollars gathered
on the shoreline
of cold

Embracing Mystery

the morning
shrouded
in mystical cold

Cold Astronomy


galaxies
grew on the window
a celestial body made known

Mystery Of Snow


cloaked in cold
insulated by the thing
from the thing

Intricacies


morning sun
through feathered cold
how night lingers on the window

Morning Light


the sun’s warming glow
breaks through darkness
and into the cold of woods

Hearing The Unsaid


the silence
of cold and snow
told us what we needed to know

Goldenrod Gone By


in the cold
old blooms
imitate snow