A blanket of snow, warm cabin, fireplace aglow, and nowhere to go
Children are waking as morning light is breaking - gingerbread baking.
Snow swirls off the roof in isolated flurries - miniature storms.
Mingled smoke and snow white on white above the flue - water hot and cold
Like lace on velvet, white and green are intertwined - patchy snow on grass.
Awakened from sleep by scent of Christmas baking - remembrance runs deep.
The flickering flames, bright blue on Christmas pudding, light delighted eyes.
Christmas candy canes sadly echo shepherds’ staffs - the blood of the lamb.
Smiling girl in crowd illuminates the season - borrowed happiness.
Luminarias line the streets on Christmas eve - lanes of fallen stars.
Candles cast dim light - luminarias brighten far more than the night.
Christmas lights aglow, or captive angels’ halos? - spruce in heavy snow
Candles in windows - helping the lost and lonely to find their way home
Branches claw the sky, scratching paw-like for the Spring - trees afraid to die
Clustered cardinals huddle on icy branches – cling to life and limb.
Yellow splashed on white – territorial markings, or mischievous boys?
Paw prints in fresh snow wind among the trees, then end — a splash of crimson.
Corn stubble, cut low - single crow leaves trident trail in new-fallen snow.
A week of gray clouds - returning sunshine brightens more than gloomy skies.
Color explosion! Sunlight sweeps remnants of gray into the shadows.
High in the bright blue sky a gibbous moon appears. Why wait for the night?
Chips of ice at night, diamond-like, trap rays from lamps - shine with inner light.
Sun warms frozen ground with memories of summer - January thaw.
Brilliant sun on snow strikes our eyes with blinding force - eyelids, closed, still glow.
White birch in winter, deathly pallor, brilliant glow - which one do you see?
White birch in white snow, ready to dazzle and glow – dark sky spoils the show.
Those leafless branches – delicate scrimshaw etchings on ivory sky.
The sun gleams between twin sun dogs in icy clouds – solar trinity.
Wood smoke from chimneys scents the air with promises – cozy hearths await.
My own little clouds of frozen breath lead the way – walking in winter.
A cold winter night – my breath enshrouding the moon in translucent mist
The winter forest shows nothing but naked trunks — like X-rays of trees
A rare occurrence leaves snow all but forgotten — February warmth
Written 1997 by David L Brungart - © Copyright