In the North woods long ago
one day it was too cold to snow,
a wolf pack hunted hungry,

In Winter
Days go by
With a light colder and
More distant-
Nights come on fast and if you’re

Snow covered meadows calms the night,
Sounds silenced by the icy flakes,
White glare tree branches

North in the land of snow covered trees,
Where the Sun on the horizon glare,
And it's rays icy

The old lady waits cold,
Bundled in thick protecting layers


Against fat swirling

Crows bore holes

Into the snow

With their beaks

And their blackness.

Frozen tears
Like frosted chandeliers
Gently drop
From angels eyes

Exquisitely

Little blackbird sing
Through the darkest night on earth;
Joyous, greet the dawn

Time of grey skies and hibernation
quiet nights spent in contemplation ...
deep depressions and

Spring burned in that fire
Behind the evening trees.

All day it bled the ice
Back into lake and

Evening mountains quietly
Encircle the valley,
Hiding in snow.

Pure melt water
Tumbles with

Dark Dragonheart
breathes out
great jet streams
of thunderous cloud
he flings them about

Each dip in the waves hears my whisper,
heavy laden, I carry snow that will fall later.
The

It was at the bottom of the garden, a small blue beach hut, number ninety nine. A plank seat, set

Time of grey skies and hibernation
quiet nights spent in contemplation
deep depression and more

You are waiting for me at the just past the bend comma,
Confident in your shape, all pigeon puffed

The Holly clots
with Christmas blood -
oozing from the wounds
of her own jagged

winter's icy blanket
softly covers landscape -
snowdrops

1 Kicking up piles of foliage,
the wind tries to enter my house.

2 I can see my

winter’s bitter chill
freezes heart –

In a sparklingly cold dawn
A blackbird warns "Here! Here! Here!"
Fallen leaves shatter
Mud

First day of winter,
Fog eats ice, snow melts.
Even without sun,
Temperatures warm
Like the

I gaze through crystal hedges,
Light scattered, rainbow hue,
Crisp in the whiteness of winter

I often go to paradise,
When its within my reach.
A chance to gather emptiness
Upon a lonely

He is stuck.
The slow journey home.
Frost on the line
or something.
Doesn’t question it.
It’s

Snowdrops manifested like a prayer.

A holy white multitude
in first communion
with blank,

A new day has begun.
The feeble rays of the sun
are swallowed by the grey sky
where seagulls soar

My back never lies
I just choose not to hear,
Until it's truth runs out of patience
As will eases

Under the pale grey
of Winter's looming sky
birds are swarming, hurriedly
to find refuge

I haven't seen any snow just yet,
the cold still has to start
but chill and snow
and all things

When Winter's cold seizes the land
and there is no sign of spring
I always imagine little

The collar dove is a shrunken vulture.

Winter neuralgia hooks his hunched neck
on the skeleton

Instead of bothering much about anything,
I just watched the grumpy chaffinches -
jittery,

The wolves and the wind howl in harmony.
Their music tears her soul
to shreds, like the cruel

Soon icy frost will preserve the earth again
and blanket everything in veils of snow
how I long

Here in Michigan we are pioneers,
Detroit daughters of a revolution.

Small town streets are

A thing is only big if you are small.
I count it a mountain
That rises beneath my stunted

Clouds spread their angelic wings
Across the solemn grey,
With the quiet songs the Winter rain

Sleeping in summer, the stars of winter night
Blaze with a cold clear blaze in his dull

warm bed
the toilet a long march
winter dawn

It was summer's eve when I saw
A star that I spied across a sky
I named a star after her

Jan 30 2010

February approaches
I survey seeds, small brown
envelopes
labeled with latin

in this spinning white apocalypse
creep obsessions of escape on fantastical trips
my refraction

Samhain comes
Longer night
Lowered sun
Moon runs high

Birds still sing
Leaves drift

the sun sinks lower

in the afternoon sky

a chill breeze cuffs

my face lightly

whisking

Winter is
taste of a chilled night
tingling the nose
snowball fights and
snow castles
smells

watches
from a bare
crepe myrtle
branch

as a squirrel
gorges on seed
from a wooden
bird

Greylag geese migrate
their gregarious honking
tells me they're leaving.
Off to winter feeding