Jan23

 
 
 

snow…sun…then more snow
 
while the coffee in my cup
 
turns into poems

Jan22

 
 
 

Standing in the snow,
 
I survey the prairie sky
 
where a lone crow flies.

Jan21

 
 
 

Before the next snow,
 
we’ll take a narrow pathway
 
to the mountaintop.

Jan20

 
 
 

stories everywhere
 
even in the winter moon
 
hidden by thick clouds

Jan19

 
 
 

Owl in the oak tree,
 
where am I supposed to be,
 
if not here with you?

Jan18

 
 
 

First dream of the year—
 
a prophet shouts out warnings,
 
but no one listens.

Jan17

 
 
 

First month of the year—
 
I break one resolution
 
but make another.

Jan16

 
 
 

intermingling breath…
 
yours and mine…frosty morning…
 
we two become one

Jan15

 
 
 

Come, Giver of light,
 
into our wintry darkness.
 
Help us find our way.

Jan14

 
 
 

My traveling days—
 
have they ended forever,
 
owl in the oak tree?