Limp drooping berries upon scratchy hawthorn wood

Peeping red from under their powdery down hood

January

Trees glisten in the sunrise
Glassy tinsel draped carefully on branches
The thin shiny layer of crunch
Atop yesterday's

Winter Sunrise
(A Retourne)

I wake up early with black morn
for sunrise hardest yet to catch.
Her butter cream and silhouette
etched

Winter Winds

Whipping whistling winter winds
Whispering wandering wailing
Swaying sparkling silver snow
Spinning spiraling sailing

Angry

A seldom seen, winter scene!

Beneath a harshly frosted oak,
On freshly frosted snow!
I let a winter wonderland,
Enforce my heart