some small dead thing with its attendant crow
Tag: ice
“No Swimming”
meltwater shimmers atop the ice
the dead oak
has sprouted fat icicles where it spans the spring
early spring creek
icicles get wavier as they near the water
far below freezing
the pond ice grows a quilt of downy hoarfrost
icy meadow
dried seedheads get to bloom a second time
back field
fog drifts through branches rigid with ice
south roof icicles
no less grotesque for being spindly
handprint
on the fogged-up window to view the sunrise
bone-white sticks
trapped in the cross-hatch foliage new blue ice
green ice
caps the vernal pond it’s January
bubbles
frozen into ice— ephemeral pond
