
not every day
can one climb a tree and reach
to harvest the clouds
not every day
can one climb a tree and reach
to harvest the clouds
only in winter
do trees get to dress up
with whimsical clouds
short days of unease
being confined by the cold
yearning for beauty
edge of wood and field
where the paths of seasons meet
a splash of color
wind blown snow curtains
sixth winter storm of new year
cozier at home