this grip of cold
icy winds from the north
freezing all they touch
a time to recollect
the warmth of you in my life
the coldest month
each day a variation
on the theme of winter
I sense nuances of change
both in mind and body
frigid morning
my breath leaving traces...
vanishing
like memories of loved one
is the soul just a vapor?
Cattails
Kernels
Moonbathing
