down, down the snowy hill
frozen giggles and mittens grabbing joy
grab it, winter girls, ride it
on sled tracks and carefree clouds
to all of your nows, laugh and again
feel the white delight of unbroken mornings
become the sky, it’s yours
enjoy the ride
neighborhood/
I will try to see you/
with more than gray eyes/
when Spring returns
empty picnic table
covered in snow
remembers a time
she wasn’t alone
winter tire tracks
long in the night
ending nowhere
endless streetlights
the coldest days
spent white and alone
frozen promises
fill up your home
Illumination: Snowflakes
Seek Peace
The spotted pony bears out
winter with thickened coat and rugged
resolve by the edges of the worn field
where the bitter wind blows less harsh.
His grayish hooves solidly clap frozen
ground as he grazes on what’s left of autumn’s
golden grass. Midday sun streams through breaks
in the pines, blessing his shaggy, rugged body.
He stops to rest in winter’s calm, so few
are those days. When storms pass
through, spotted pony waits them out with tail
turned toward the wind and head hung low.
Pine branches reach down, giant
arms of protection. Like the hill
and the rocks and the pines, he belongs
to this place. The spotted pony bears out winter.
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Talking to the Clouds 