By Joan McNerney

Tangled…one ragged

leaf clings to the bough.

 

Stopping to see the

shape of a snowflake.

 

Winter storm warning…

headlights beam at noon.

 

Came home just in time

for the first dizzy dance

of December flurries.

 

More amazing than

redwood forests…

your ice blue eyes.

 

Simmering soup fills my

kitchen with aromas.

 

All day my windows

chatter like nervous teeth.

 

Crystals spin together in

joyful pirouette…a cool ballet.

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