All are different

while some are struggling others

accommodate

One canada goose

alone on a cycle path

solemnly strutting

a lacy curtain

borders a rushing river

water, ice, or stone

river hurries to

draw her icy winter cloak

before curtain fall

angelic figures

on a frozen river bank

winter’s miracle

I will go again

into the dark labyrinth

this time with a key

One day winter crept

with bitter malevolence

but failed to keep hold

an icy curtain

drapes the alter as river

trails her bridal veil

A winter runner

ice cleats gripping, heart pumping

clouds of steamy breath