Shelter In The Storm

small space
large enough
for refuge

Winter’s Pattern

covered branches
the forest’s
cable knit sweater

Awaiting Her Majesty

winter bejeweled bench
the snow queen’s
throne prepared

Lantern’s Light

flame extinguished
now illuminated
with memories

Humility

flakes as light as air
and still the humble pine
bows deeply to winter

Accumulation

blizzard snow
so fine it can be missed
as it gathers in inches and feet

Descending

snowflakes so small
they are felt more than seen
sneaky snow accumulates