Time to paws...

...and begin again.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

What is the Beautiful?

Coldstruck

Dream of hummingbirds, fox under the pergola,
is what we look for, signposts pointing a new

direction, and now it's another spruce needs
downing while winter at the ready prowls,
 
not postcard winter in its shawls of snow, but
the one that bites, moving forward like a shark,

until the way disappears into the very air, and
we're blue with blood and still as statues, still
 
asking whether to stay the course or change,
scratching for clues hiding thinly on the glass,

while all around us the snowdunes shapeshift,
and even in dreams, we seek shelter from the cold.