the wound

the sharp white steeple
piercing a dark cloud above
snow pours from the wound

only apathy

this dull rain evokes
no sadness in me today
only apathy

the old black woman

the old black woman
fist aimed at the old black sky
rebuking the storm

cotton candy

tufts, puffs of pink clouds
caught up in the tree branches
like cotton candy

rural rainbow

horses huddled close
in fading pastel blankets
a rural rainbow

goslings

the yellow goslings
walking on the frozen pond
look somewhat confused

cattle at pasture

cattle at pasture
dotting the winter valley
grazing on the frost