Hot Spot

a maple ember
burning bright
on a freezing morn

Frosting

these leaves
sugared
with cold

Still Green

in the morning sun
turning
frost into dew

Frost Dodger

as summer wanes
each flower more precious
for the precariousness

Wild Strawberries

sugared
with frost
before the berries

Alongside The Maples

this
sweet season
sugars everything

Cold Astronomy

galaxies
grew on the window
a celestial body made known

Intricacies

morning sun
through feathered cold
how night lingers on the window

Sparkle

milkweed’s moment
in the sun
glittering cold

Morning Light

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

A Whitening

the landscape shifts
colors settle underground
now we reside in white’s variety

Found And Found Again

the truth
of beauty
is always rearranging

Tail Feathers

peacock’s
plumage blooms
fans on the window

Unlocked

through
cold’s keyhole
the day accessed

Frost and Light

every shape
made known
outlines and outliers

Interior Time

winter’s internal seasons
of snow then rain
and so it all begins again

Resolve

barely
weathered by winter
the enduring oak

Cold Petals

finery
of frost
a frozen flowering

Hope With Frost

eternal
desire to be
growing

Sugared Leaves

the season of sweetness
not just
maple’s dominion