2/10/2013
Somber ashen sky.
Dark clouds forewarn of more storms.
Crows laugh at the threat.
Bedroom window #55
2013
Bedroom window #48
2/3/2013
One blue jay soaring,
through blowing and swirling snow.
A wonderful show.
Bedroom window #37
1/23/2013
Bitter cold silence,
and the sounds I never hear.
I just never heard.
Bedroom window #20
Crows glide on light breeze
as sound returns to the world
I listen again
Bedroom window #18
No footsteps are seen
The Snow is a blank canvas
Beginning again
Bedroom window #16
A new agenda
plans and goals and strategies
as sledders trudge by
Bedroom window #15
2013
In the Icy glare of hope
I’m not going back
