in deep snow

slow to escape the stink of snowmobiles

moon for ballast

the field feeds its owl

off the off-trail trail

whose snow drifts

on snowshoes

crossing paths with a sparrow

on wings of blowing snow

my tracks vanish

snow spider

exploring all sides of a boot print

Christmastide

a powerline’s procession of crosses

New Year’s snow

for once I remember a dream