shimmering pathways, blank skies,
and a lone walker.
bending trees, lashing wetness,
and a happy dog.
sleeping snails, stirring shoots,
and a hoe at rest.
Shelter for new buds:
dried hydrangea flowerheads
shield against frost.
Nature’s answer to Christmas
Hard to tell apart
chalk rocks mixed with blocks of ice…
December in bloom,
kissed by winds from the Azores:
Jack Frost in exile.
Father Christmas wilts
and casts his clothes from the sleigh:
yearns for good old days.