Laughter fills cold air
Children sled down snow and ice
Then still, quiet, white.

Laughter fills cold air
Children sled down snow and ice
Then still, quiet, white.

I’m one of many
Hearts broken, stories retold
Stand up in the field.

Winter walk in woods
Bare limbs, a woodpecker calls
Footsteps on pine straw.

Up under these quilts
Hold patterns, hand held stitches
Passing down of warmth.

A cold gray slumber
Falls over the neighborhood
Christmas cheer fizzles.

A winter garden
A thing of quiet and rest
Dry leaves brittle now.

Reach across the porch
Velvet red blooms for fall nights
Contrast with gold trees.

Finn is cocoa brown
Against yellow and orange
Pasture is painting.

Horses shed in spring
Piece by piece birds weave their nests
From my sweet bays mane.
