midwinter —
flowers
wrapped in snow
December morning
wearing eight shades
of black
yew tree
holds its breath —
first snow
snowflakes
sweeten
the ocean
waking from a deep sleep
nothing is the same —
winter solstice
halfway across
the frozen river —
coming or going?
after the snow
100 paper cranes
cling to the evergreen
up to our knees in snow
taking the long way
home
snowflake —
do you wish you were
in Paris this morning?
patiently waiting
tea cools
snow falls
climbing this mountain
counting footsteps
counting snowflakes
shoveling
around a chatty neighbor —
snow piles up
spinning, spinning
disguised as a crow
swallowing snow
far from the storm —
watching the weather channel —
my father shivers
young mother
carefully supervises
child’s first snowball fight
lazy afternoon —
the slow drip
of icicles
in the meantime
a year passes
her blue shawl unravels
old year
new year
the cat sleeps
New Year’s day
waking the frozen
wind chimes
