We Don’t Need Any Mittens

but yes it is
cold enough
for coats

I Awoke At The Ocean

sand dollars gathered
on the shoreline
of cold

Embracing Mystery

the morning
in mystical cold

Cold Astronomy

grew on the window
a celestial body made known

Mystery Of Snow

cloaked in cold
insulated by the thing
from the thing


morning sun
through feathered cold
how night lingers on the window

Morning Light

the sun’s warming glow
breaks through darkness
and into the cold of woods

Hearing The Unsaid

the silence
of cold and snow
told us what we needed to know

Goldenrod Gone By

in the cold
old blooms
imitate snow

Red Canoes Huddle In The Protection Of The Pines

as cold gathers
at the marsh’s edge
and starts to fill the sky