Promising Hearth Warmth

02/15/2016

Single digit day;

Sun is waiting for the snow;

Hiding its bright face.

All ways brown, black, white:

Snow, birds and empty branches--

Cold winter sparseness.

Scattered puffs of white

Tease the landscape with promise

Of much more to come.

Blasted Pampas grass

Rests against the wooden fence.

It seems so weary.

Gray ice is winning--

Stream's covered with a new skin.

Wait! Sound of tinkling!

Sun peeks through the clouds;

There are more layers beneath.

No shadows today.

Zombie evergreen;

Most of the needles are brown.

Still, there some green.

Gray wood smoke rises

From the new built wooden house

Promising hearth warmth.

02/17/2016

Greedy hungry squirrel

Gobbles up each grain of corn;

Then, even he's full.

A blue jay couple

Joins the morning breakfast feast--

So big, so skittish.

On his high crow perch

Black bird surveys surroundings--

A real bird's eye view.

Across the sparse field

Small silhouette in the tree:

Another crow perch.

Water becomes ice;

Driveways become skating rinks

(With no one skating.)

Up the dark driveway;

Nestled in the deep shadows--

A small glowing light.

Contentious always,

Two crows argue in the sky.

(They never whisper)

Once it housed a horse;

Now it's a garden of stones--

No snorts--no whinnies.