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.

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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.