• Sidewalks, city streets
    Etched in dark relief. Spring snow
    paints lawns and rooftops.

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  • Floating Crescent moon
    Watches the geese migrate North
    Calling up the sun

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  • Tree limb’s shadows stretch
    Across the park, waking up
    With the city at dawn

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  • No Snow! Well almost.
    Wet, rotting brown leaves emerge
    A promise of near spring

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  • Tree limbs dance naked
    In a warm breeze, alive and
    Promising new life

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  • A blue black night sky,
    Translucent clouds drift slowly
    Between stars and moon

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  • Born in mid-winter,
    a hearty lily, savvy
    beauty warms my world.

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  • My nephew, my niece,
    Warrior son, Goddess daughter
    Hope, perhaps, for me

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  • A winter sunrise
    Paints the western horizon
    In shades of plum

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  • In February
    It’s hard to appreciate
    The beauty of snow.

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  • Wind sweeps crows, clouds, and
    Shafts of sunlight like spotlights
    Across the water

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  • The storm front’s edge marked
    On the horizon by clouds
    Against the blue sky.

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  • Oh Who dat? Who Dat
    Say dey gonna beat dem Saints?
    Amen and Amen

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  • Winter’s first snow fall
    The first motorcycle ride,
    Delight, every year

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  • A dream of springtime.
    Scent of flowers lingers like
    Incense. Winter ends.

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  • Cat hesitates at
    An open winter door, snow
    Melts on whipping tail

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  • I dreamt of springtime.
    As I wake, the room echoes
    With song bird’s music.

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  • Ancient ivory moon
    Like a dream of love or loss
    Frozen in the sky

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  • Winter blue skies so
    Cold ice shivers. Coffee house
    Hum and scent. Perfect.

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  • Even the monster
    Holds her heart tenderly, if
    Not always her words



  • Memory colored
    Like ancient precious metals
    Reflects off the leaves

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  • Temps rise and then fall
    Snow floats in mist that freezes
    Frosting all the trees

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  • The evening sparkles
    With the trailing melody
    Of your passing by

    The artwork is “The Music Maker”
    by Juliette Crane

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  • Temperatures warm
    And a winter mist rises
    Blushing in the dawn

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  • It’s not a glacier
    But the backyard snow pack glints
    Blue at the drifts’ edge.

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  • In a parking lot,
    See your car when I drive in
    Silly little glee


  • Just before sunrise
    Landscape, all in shades of white,
    Evergreen highlights.

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  • Three cats on one bed,
    A warm patch of pale sunshine
    Dreams of winter naps

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  • White birch standing stark
    Against the gemstone blue skies
    Winter’s flag flown bright.

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  • Wind swept field of snow
    Light and shadow like the dream
    That time heals all wounds

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  • Cats don’t quite believe
    In Winter, always hoping
    Some door leads to Spring.

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  • New snow smoothes nature’s
    every edge, a mother’s hand
    Across rumpled sheets.

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  • Doing the best I
    Can, to do better today
    Than yesterday. Sheesh.


  • Cold enough for all
    Nature to go still, except
    Wind and rising smoke.

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  • A subzero sunrise
    Apricot almost too pale
    To see, blue fades to…

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  • After the blizzard
    Wedding white edges all the world
    And hides calling crows

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  • The mist rising from
    Open water, a winter’s lake
    Holds my lover’s gaze.

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  • First snow, almost shy,
    Meanders between sky and
    Earth. Crow calls echo.

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  • Paper white full moon
    Shadows me, veiled in wood smoke
    And leafless tree limbs

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  • Just out my back gate
    The neighborhood savors dawn
    And a birds’ chorus

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  • Late fall’s full palate
    Cardinals, jays, crows, red tailed hawks,
    Cold and clear, blue skies

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  • Autumn moon reaching
    Crescent arms past Owl’s song to
    Solitary star

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  • Sunday morning streets
    Remembering their days as
    empty country lanes

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  • My tattoo, chosen,
    But still… the mark of my mind’s
    Concentration camp

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  • White shirt, blue dress slacks
    Weekday morning litany
    Faith or just habit?

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  • Golden fields fading
    To beige, patiently waiting
    For the first snow fall

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  • Linen moon rising.
    Dead leaves beneath bare tree limbs,
    Spider web shadows

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  • Fallen leaves rising,
    Red, orange, yellow, like flames
    From beneath my wheels

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  • River of headlights
    Driving to work in the dark
    After the time change

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  • Turn on the porch light
    To find the morning papers
    Among scattered leaves

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