In Phoenix, Jack Frost doesn’t nip — he just tickles.
winter
Seasonal wisdom
learn from leaves
green is go —
yellow & red
slow down, stop
take time to rest
Lit de mort coloré
Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of color and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.
Seasons’ greetings
some trees re-leaf in the blink of an eye
the instant that winter first hesitates —
and some wait till a quarter of summer
Branching
this winter afternoon
i stare between bare
branches of gray trees
in the distance i see
an unreturnable past
or a dwindling future
i can’t tell which but
the silence is sublime
Chillin’
winter morning chills
still, birds gather by water
and take the cold plunge
January breeze
winter morning birds
weave song through misty gray clouds
leaves add harmony
Winter sparks
snowflakes fall from the sky
in peppermint perfection —
i kiss you with quivering lips
but cold is not the reason —
you set my winter heart on fire
and keep me warm all season
Autumn’s wake
leaves dancing
in a brisk breeze
on an almost-bare tree
joyous at autumn’s wake
they tremble, ready
to be free, to sleep
with past seasons —
dying, they celebrate
the awakening of winter
Barely knowing
Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we’re forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.
Desert winter departing
early February in the desert —
the sun is springtime warmth
the breeze, winter’s leftovers
Muted striations
sand-dust with cream
intensely mauve’d rust
velvety blue-grey-indigo —
layers of early winter’s
desert dawn horizon
Brisk breezes
weathered winter leaves
skip and tumble down the road
racing towards the spring