in winter the trees
show their secrets
All articles filed in winter poems
february first
shall I tell you about the ephemeral sparkle of light on wood
as each piece of cracked glass in the vase
caught and held the lampgleams for a moment
rime
i woke one morn in winter past
the world still hushed and sleeping fast
the dying snows
yesterday morning the newly-fallen flakes
lay large and lacy atop the earlier shroud of snow
early comes the encroaching night
golden hour has warmed
the brown of dry leaves
to bronze
zeit zu schlafen
acorns buried carefully
down every frozen-ground hole …