Empty
birch branches
stand bent, gaunt in bitter cold
Sheets of
ice clinging.
Yvona Fast
Empty
birch branches
stand bent, gaunt in bitter cold
Sheets of
ice clinging.
Yvona Fast
A
pebble thrown
Causes ripples
The water returns to
stillness
Georg Cook
A
flame is lit
Sparking into life
Darkness ebbs away
Georg Cook
Winter
Treat
snow tumbles, gathers
into popcorn balls on shrubs
please—hold
the butter!
Liz Kornelsen