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



will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?
