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