Golden glow
pours
through windows
and spills
across tabletop
and crystal bits
and
collected detritus
coloring
the world
in the warmth
of day’s end
creating
a lazy moment
to sit in stillness
More snow
I whisper
as I wait for flakes
to fall
and yet
it still
does not come
and my longing
for crisp air
and muffled sounds
of boots
through white
remain
Cold mornings
dawn dark
with delicate drops
melting
between pine needles
and snow crunching
under foot
as frigid temps
promise
to warm
at least enough
to let ice melt
and snow drip
from branches
and eaves.
The peace is
delicate
like blades of grass
and dried twigs
as air
ripples over water
wings fold
and I stand
still as a statue
to watch
silently
as the world
moves on
around me
while I wait