crisp breathsmoke
& the frost sucks in
cigarettes

crisp breathsmoke
& the frost sucks in
cigarettes

gazing o’er
the bluefrost highway
orange streetlamp

holiday sun ~
mother mary &
diet coke

winter dusk ~
afar loom ghostly
shadow firs

in the sun
the fir makes circles
in the snow

early snow
the sound o’ white
seagulls
winter morn ~
musty scent
spaceheater
thru frostgrass
twigs & crisp leaves jogs
lone black crow

Long evening ~
taste-testing my salad,
Herr Samsa.

tatata
march the frosty streets
dry warm leaves