In winter’s panorama of grays and whites
browns begin to steal the scene
soon to wear the first green whispers of Spring.

Parting Gift

The last gift the cornfield gives
is its whispering song
on the winds of fall.


The pines keep watch
over the residents perpetual sleep
whispering peace, peace.

Window on Winter

As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.

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