Monday parking lot

snow falls in lamp light
Slowly drifting from heaven
making driving hell

older

whispers on the wind
     listening to the spider

a week of waiting

sitting in quiet
birds searching through winter snow
listening to trees

Sunday

my thoughts on paper
capturing pictures with words
snow in the branches

the stream

frozen streams whisper
bluejays screaming at nothing
trees heavy with snow

on stand

a quiet so loud
a birds wing flaps with thunder

turkey day

coffee and cribbage
cold wet blue grey morning
anticipation

grumpy pants gultch

bluejay rock is weeping
for the torn trees it once knew
tears fill the track marks

I think every picture is worth 17 syllables

trying

bullet holes in glass
so much pain for no reason
piles of flowers.