winter weary
we still recognize
her particular beauty
Pine And Ice
Slow Falling
we were inside
the snow globe
looking out
Hail Makers
when warm hits cold
and dark meets light
the collision is hard as ice
Sweet Dreams
after a sudden rain
some sunset sneaks by
the bedroom window
Port In The Storm
our porch perch
is piled with snow
we are snug inside
Wildflower Storm
a flurry
of flowers
the petals accumulating
A Sliver Is Enough
the storm recedes
the moon appears
a hook for hope
White Out
suddenly the world obscured
and here becomes
such a close and tiny place
After The Storm
weighted
white blanket
a cover of stillness
White Hive
the storm today
swarming
like bees
Welcomed
the softness
and mysterious white light
oh to be enveloped in silence
Winter’s Wandering Path
a smidge of snow
the glittering cold
many storms still to go
For The Storm Weary
daylight
makes some candles
just in case
Rain And Wind Storm
rain and snow compete
but mostly ice
will be the victor
Accumulation Of Stillness
silent now
like a walk
in the clouds
The Particular Disposition Of Winter
a storm assembles
in the woods
the weight and shape of cold
How It Comes
barely noticeable at first
the white outline gathering
on every branch and blade
The Light Like A Kiss Goodbye
sneaking in
beneath the storm
a caress of light and warmth
Bejeweled
the ice storm
adorns and preserves
all the delicate details
Falling, Falling, Falling
each flake
slowly wandering
through the air
Snow In Summer
flurry
of white blooms
a storm of beauty
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
After The Fall
each snowflake
makes acquaintance with
this new relationship of space
Inside The Snow Globe
a dreamy world
with snowflakes
slowly swirling
Winter’s Enigma
inside the flurry
resides
a particular tranquility
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White Shadow
wind blown snow
the storm’s
white shadow lingers
Hiding In The Woods
sticky snow
camouflages
every tree as white birch
Reassurance
a big snow
in December
beloved normalcy
Storm Brewing
a lid of cold
descends upon
the last of the day’s warmth