Snow again

Waking up, dog barking,

Snow plow lights shine through the snow.

Will we see the sun?

Winter Comes

It begins with ice

Falling from the sky – turning

Swiftly to snow flakes.

Weaving

Sitting at my loom,

Blue and gold before my eyes,

Only kitchen towels.

Pink Sky

Our dog has been fed,

Our coffee is ready, now

We wait for the sun.

The picture was from a visit to St. Augustine Beach 3 years ago.

Small Cloud

Small cloud drifts slowly

In the pale blue sky waiting

For the sun to set.