we are so weary of your cold
but still attempt to admire
your shivering beauty
Oh April
Raku Of Lichen
the sun
a kiln for
a crackled branch
After The Thaw
winter tried starting over
reglazing the pond with ice
and sprinkling grandma Moses flakes
Into The Gleaming
ice and light
how bright
the ordinary shines
Glazed
encased with ice
a shellacking of bark
winter’s shine and sheen