Snow again

Waking up, dog barking,

Snow plow lights shine through the snow.

Will we see the sun?

Winter Sun

Beckoned by the sun,

We head out coats forgotten.

It is still winter.

Winter Comes

It begins with ice

Falling from the sky – turning

Swiftly to snow flakes.


Waiting for sunset,

Waiting for the sun to rise,

Waiting for springtime.

2019 #178

Roads are full of ice,

Banshee Wind blows snow around.

Winter welcomes more.