In winter
frigid air sucks dry
gayest tune


Small box home
amidst sprouting green--
crowded town


creaking sound
ghosts on the floorboards--
old man sleeps


frozen limbs
blue and ivory feet
warm wool socks

bitterness recedes
pitter patter...bird prints
in the concrete

world bustles

smoke rises

even in city

heart of peace

a thousand pines

resonate true, eternal

singing song

of prodigious earth