We Gather Near The Hearth As

tiny flakes
of a big snow
fall on our little house

Window Panes In The Woods

trunks and branches
from the view
of outside outside

Winter’s Enigma

inside the flurry
a particular tranquility

Unexpected Snow

trees still wearing
their autumn colors
put on a shawl of white

At The Border

on the edge of the storm
we are not quite yet
consumed by the commotion

The Work Of Faith

grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day

Holding Whatever Is Offered

the pasture
empty of cows
filling with snow

This Is How Winter Begins

a snowfall
so fine
to be almost invisible

Darkness Gives Us Light

and so
the breath of snowfall
can be seen