closed up for winter

the ants have sealed their windows

against the deluge

tiny living things

magnificent architects

cities built from sand

colony of bugs

sand-built city in the rocks

dressed in luscious moss

the wind blown out

occasional cars pass by

a single dog barks

honest crinkly smile

the mystery of the mask

his eyes reading hers

a flurry of snow

the beauty of pink petals

cradled in white down

red geranium

wearing snowflakes as a hood

winter meets summer

below my window

words floating on cloudy breath

ice crunches underfoot

silent skies once more

working through the alphabet

pause and whisper O

the birds admiring

a morning so bright and fresh

share their joyful song