Monday, November 15, 2010

winter 2010

scent of spring...
but still I'd choose
to slow the clock

chill wind
a patch of blue

wind chimes
the last snow pile

winter fog
lowers, thickens...
the scrape of a shovel

this winter night
colder than last year —
flickering candle

snow in the forecast...
my box of chocolates

winter solitude
another calendar waiting
to be opened

arctic chill —
I too, have caused
a flower's death

dusting off
an old memory...
piano keys