Somber ashen sky. Dark clouds forewarn of more storms. Crows laugh at the threat.
Somber ashen sky. Dark clouds forewarn of more storms. Crows laugh at the threat.
One blue jay soaring, through blowing and swirling snow. A wonderful show.
Bitter cold silence, and the sounds I never hear. I just never heard.
Crows glide on light breeze as sound returns to the world I listen again
No footsteps are seen The Snow is a blank canvas Beginning again
A new agenda plans and goals and strategies as sledders trudge by
2013 In the Icy glare of hope I’m not going back
