winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow

power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up

a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day

winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow

power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up

a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day

the sun god returns
leaving only soft snow drifts
to battle today


only two days late
the snow has taken over
(Lord, save us from drought)


no real snow day
just a cat and a puzzle
dreaming of travel



preparing for snow
though it seems another farce
(thank you climate change)


will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

i am not here now
forever staring at screens.
i am here. on skis.
a powder escape
from the harsh reality
of everyday life

even in winter
the creek’s reflection persists
(a skeletal view)
