sunlight shining
through winter clouds
illumines the way

foggy crystal ball
foretells sleet
addled prognosticator

snowflakes
quietly falling
each one unique

earth has grown cold
in the winter of our love
it will warm once again

January morning

wildflowers
bloom

Photo by Sandy

our anniversary...
the surface of snow
not yet broken

January storm
knots in the chain
of our anniversary necklace

evidence of
a blue norther
on the horizon

Lost Friendship

cold and standing
by the wood heater
still feeling chilled

frigid winds
blow in
another new year

I hope everyone has a great New Year.

arctic front
brings snow
still life

White

after your phone call...
the perfect white
of this winter sky

Father's Gone Hunting

As a child I always looked forward to my father going deer hunting because it meant that I'd get to sleep with my Mom. There were four of us children but I was the lucky one who was given the honor of sleeping with Mama. She said she liked sleeping with me because I kept still when I slept and I was the best goochier [her term for cuddling]. When we would get into bed she'd say, "scoot over here, honey and let's goochie up." She would wrap her arms around me and I could feel her smell my hair and sigh. There was no better feeling in the world to my little girl's heart.

cold winter night
wrapped in
warmth and love

Adventures In Meditation

Feeling pensive when I wake I decide to go out and meditate in the chill morning air. I build a fire in my chiminea and sit in the lotus position on my swing. The warmth from the chiminea is soothing me as I close my eyes, take a deep breath and start to relax. "Ommmmmmm...ow, ow, ow, ouch!" I look down and see my orange kitten's teeth latched onto my thumb drawing blood. Dozer, my 60 lb. bulldog hears my yelp of pain and decides he wants in my lap along with the kitten. The kitten gets scared and wraps her paws around my neck and is unwilling to let go as Dozer tries to lick me in the face. Ugh!

Sighing, no longer in the mood to meditate, I wondered if Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ever had these problems?

warmth radiating
from a fire pit
inner peace

End of the Season

at the end of the season
I find some things
still clinging--
this blood-brown leaf
and thoughts of you



With our first ice storm of the year, Autumn is officially over.

country road
a doe licks salt
through the ice