The shelter is gone

Twigs and branches disassembled

Of the man, no trace

The pleasure and pain

of snow. Ice crystals delight

the eyes and nip toes.

How bright the blue sky

Breath forms clouds and footsteps crunch

So good to get out

Snow is bright and clean,

It covers over all things.

But know – it will melt.

Ice-laden branches

The weight of winter recedes

Beneath a bright sky

I choose words with care

A word, glance, even a sigh.

Ferocious storm.

At night in her cot

Open-eyed dolls watch over

Frigid sleeplessness

This land was gifted

For the health of the people

Exercise, breathe deep

Ghosts of industry

Loiter on the river bank

You just have to look

Autumn pheasants sat

On the roof of this old house

Dead now, shot long since