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.
