Christmas Eve Morn

Nature
wields
her finest brush
to draw out
hoarfrost
in sharp
stars

Predawn Meeting

Sister Moon
smiles
on bright
Jupiter
and blue
Spica

Illusory

Lady Sun
warms the eyes
even while Winter
batters
all other senses

Dusk

December afternoon’s

only warmth

is 

an illusion:

pale reflected fire

of Lady Sun’s

retreat

Full Cold Moon*

Sister moon
compels my eye
with her
serene
silver
symmetry









*According to The Old Farmer's Almanac, the Native American name for the December full moon

Winter's return

The bitter wind

has ceased

its howling

flakes float

free

and feathery

instead

of being driven

sideways;

maybe soon

a blanket

of white

to brighten

the brutal cold

Still cloudy

Somewhere

not here

sun is streaming 

from blue sky