Wind

sudden autumn snow-
wind blown beauty and carnage
behind in its wake

cold winds-
whorls and eddies
of fallen leaves

Cold

cold new england streets-
an old oak tree holds onto
the last leaf of fall

first snow-
winter arrives
far too soon

Glint

jewels in the darkness-
a scattering of diamonds
in the shattered glass

winter‘s eve-
moonlight dances
on the fallen snow

Shadows

moonlight in the trees-
silently a cold wind shifts
shadows on the snow

long shadows-
the warm wind
walks me home

Color

immaturity-
unsure of how to deal with
my first streaks of gray

afternoon light-
test swatches
on the wall

Endgame

as my eyesight fades
I think I finally see
my destination

a grey heron-
motionless in the
standing water

White

slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back

snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night

Cold

the constant north wind-
a forest of leaning trees
hunched against the cold

april fools-
a robin’s tracks
in the snow

Roses

nestled in the snow
a single long stemmed red rose
rests on your headstone

cold rain-
in the gutter
a bouquet of roses

Winter

this taste of sunshine
after the dark dry winter
barely slakes my thirst

crokus blossoms-
eagerly defy the
lingering winter