left to stand
the winter long –
roof ladder

 

dead leaves
spiral upward –
winter wind

 

the first snow
falls lightly
into the garden

 

on the country road
a puddle transformed –
ice arabesque

 

bitter cold wind –
the shape of arthritis
through old worn gloves

 

a raft of mallards
on sparkling, icy water –
concentric circles 

blizzard conditions –
the glow of the streetlight
captures each flake

 

with snow brushed away
letter forms are etched in white –
stone memorial

 

in the distance –
stitched into the hillside
vineyard in winter

 

shimmering
the frozen stream threads its way
through bare woods

 

what’s left
of the broken window
winter sunset

 

logs in the woodstove
shift as they turn to ash –
dead of winter 

unexpected thaw –
wood frog in partial torpor
glistens in the sun

 

white again
after the snow –
Queen Anne’s Lace

 

heavy snowfall –
now serpentine through the field
rabbit fencing

 

over the path
pine boughs low with snow –
woods smaller now

 

a snowy hill
scarred by sled marks
soaks in the sun

 

ice on the pond
yet the garden rake is quick
to find fallen leaves