winter 2010

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


chill wind
a patch of blue
widens



wind chimes
the last snow pile
dwindling



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
empty




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