this heavy burden cedars weighted down by ice

"letting it roll off my back" the steam power of a hot shower

monarch butterfly too soon for the end of my walk

evening light the last cut into the flesh of a strawberry

flooded fields the slow crawl of water fringed with ice

end of january the lumps of oatmeal stuck in my throat

bookstore sale the poetry section down to one shelf

2nd of february the groundhog never comes out to see its shadow

a brief shower the dogwood covered with mardi gras beads

newspaper headlines blowing thru the yard the dog not sure what to bring back

superbowl sunday the streets become quiet after the snow has fallen

early drought dried leaves in the closed stall of a carwash

between hailstones the broken stems of daisies still in bloom

fallen tree one ant being carried on the back of another

cyber monday rain we buy a kmart patch for my flat tire

overlooking the abandoned quarry the dark lamps of pine cones