Spring now?

Sun soon has risen,

Newspaper lies on the porch,

I retrieve barefoot.


Fields are drenched in ice,

The snow moon waxing gibbous

Peaks through winter clouds.

Winter Comes

It begins with ice

Falling from the sky – turning

Swiftly to snow flakes.

2019 #177

Weather man says rain.

Grey skies are in agreement,

Only time will tell.

2019 #171

Sun bright, sharp shadows,

Cold edged days, winter is here,

We’re staying warm here.