Thursday, January 3, 2019
Sun’s rare peak
Such gray work
Changes mind
A brisk wind
Two hands holding
Four feet gliding
Cold and brisk
Hot and Bliss
Cup to lips
Pitch black
Coyotes shriek, lights on
Silence
Gray sky
Only sleet
Salt dome full
Old cat
His back
To the cooling fireplace
A sliver of sun
Darkening shadows
December afternoon
Birds crying
Heading south
Winter escape
Thin sunlight
Falling on snow
New Year’s dawn
Icy morning
Squirrels and birds
Gathering together for breakfast
Frosty sidewalk
Running fast
Cold paws