it is the small, unexpected and seemingly trivial enchantments that bring a bit of crimson sparkle to life
red berries on a tree in winter
Tag Archives: winter
Winter Seagulls
to me, the seagulls are always connected with the river in winter–
resting on the frigid wind currents–
crying out in the deep allegheny valley
that carries their haunting echoes upriver
Stare
there you were–
a beautiful red hawk
scanning the horizon,
registering our presence with
a cold, hard stare
Question 1
what if snowflakes are drifting spirits?
You
through the thick snow, i recognized you
Early Thaw
winter ice thaws early
February
driving along thick ice and tamped down snow,
passing horses and a stray grey cat,
i slow down at an expanse of farmland,
roll my window down, as the music hums softly in the background,
and take a big, cold breath of a Pennsylvania morning in February
Winter
winter whispers his name,
and he does not fail to answer
January Skies
something about the slate-blue
January sky reminds me
of the cornflower crayon
in my childhood box of magic treasures
Ice Dances
tiny bits of ice hit the window,
dancing gently upon their descent,
melting softly into the cold wind
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