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
resides
a particular tranquility
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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