Winter Light

The sun is setting. The moon is fading. I heard a bird singing, saying,

and your face is in shadow,

but the hawk I like was quiet, on a branch, almost hidden in the middle of a tree,

and winter on the ground, 

it becomes a light, lightness, life, even on a horizon

carry it on a shoulder, 

take it home.

In the Snow

In the Snow

Snow Day

Snow

 After the storm the chill of the window pane kept it there, white in my light, black night beyond, I swear it slept, and in the morning gone, 

Christmas Wish

I wrote a letter, to three of Christmas past, a thank you, a wish, memories will last.

Merry