More Winter

The last day of the year is here

Looking out my window to the south I see two dozen small birds

Scurrying in the snow

They are flying about from the tree branches

They dive down to the bird feeder below

It has been snowing since early morning

The weather man on Channel 5 said the mountain snow would start at noon

But he lives in Phoenix or maybe Yuma

The snow is almost a foot deep

My German Shepherd thinks he is in heaven

By three o'clock the snow still in falling

One minute from the north, then from the south

More Winter Trilogy

Drawing in the afternoon became a problem when the temperature started falling

The drawing desk is next to the window

The window faces south by north

The room can get cold

The whole house can get cold

My hands get cold, my gloves , well they suck

Double up with two pairs, one over the other, makeshift

My big dog as a nice fur coat imported from Germany

He doesn't seem to mind the cold

Our little dog would rather lay in his corner, with his two pillows

Waiting for the sun to reappear over the eastern mountain

Winter Trilogy

Two days into Ghost Face

The sun moves from a final hidden setting

Revolving around like a Colt revolver and sets one click along the cylinder

Outside my window the small birds feed in the gravel after cleaning out my bird feeder dish

Thirty or forty peck, skip and hop

Scratch at the seeds

After Ghost Face departs and it is Early Eagle time these seeds will sprout

And the gravel will turn from red to green