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

a bright golden dawn

frost-pinched landscape white and black

a sparrow chirping

the first winter storm

wind’s cold breath blowing through cracks

a warm cat snoring

a map of the world

its continents laid out flat

looks so frail this way