On Cold Nights

the angels
dress the windows
with fleur de liys

Still Green

in the morning sun
frost into dew

Frost Dodger

as summer wanes
each flower more precious
for the precariousness

Cold Astronomy

grew on the window
a celestial body made known


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

A Whitening

the landscape shifts
colors settle underground
now we reside in white’s variety

Found And Found Again

the truth
of beauty
is always rearranging

Interior Time

winter’s internal seasons
of snow then rain
and so it all begins again