The Night’s Needlework

shuttle of cold
looping and knotting
night into lace

I Awoke At The Ocean

sand dollars gathered
on the shoreline
of cold

On Cold Nights

the angels
dress the windows
with fleur de liys

Cascade Of Hearts

the one hundred year old
stone frog
worships at this alter

Cold Astronomy

grew on the window
a celestial body made known

Storm Window

mountains of snow
gather on each pane
showing us this storm’s terrain

More Than Plenty

so great
we see nothing else

Cosmos of Cold

of sparkling gold
stars gather on the window