this winter’s
first big storm
some of everything
Arrived
Like A Tattered Flag
the barn endured
dutifully
despite the wear
Stepping Out
high heeled
cold struts
through January
Port in the Storm
hanging on
with gratitude
for what is available
Iceland
February grew
trees of ice
a forest of cold
Holding On
The hand of Winter holds tight to the roof
its icicle fingers curled under the eve.