the wonderful winter sky
is companion to this walker.
some little snow
only a little and very icy
for me that means i won't ski.
barnhenge is leaning
without a skin to hold it taut
it is leaving, leaning, leaning.
and still the clouds
this old yard table sinks deeper
into the snow
stitch footprints through the few inches.
i peep through the one mulberry that lived
from a planting of eight.
there was a small deer visiting the black eyed susan
not much was eaten
probably not tasty
(though that one was bold to come close to the house)
leaving plenty of seed
for dyework and
for the new garden at the place