blackbirds carve cold air
in tai chi grace above me
winter is coming

november moonlight
holding my black lab’s deep sigh
i forget myself

nightfall in driveway
basketball hoop disappears
time to eat supper

morning freezing rain
spruce trees bending low in yard
whom do they bow to

neighbor’s patio
black and white metal chair sits
like old trappist monk

winter wind blowing
across kansas plains aches for
one branch to caress

locomotive om
sounds through heavy winter fog
morning diesel chant

winter's first snowfall
walking with my labrador
our tracks a helix