forty blackbirds gurgle & creak in the ash tree
Tag: snow
such a presence
the snow all around is flecked with black
the long shadows
move silently where horses once paced
Hercules’-club
skinny shadows lead to thorny trunks
deep in the woods
the setting sun fingers two witch-hazels
a crowd of weed-stalks
they’ll all fall down when the snow melts
trapped
weeds at winter’s end
a few still manage to stand upright
snowy field
the milkweed’s silk has frozen in mid-spill
in the snow
under an impaled rag of a leaf something squeaks
winter barn
a faint smell of summer through an open door
white barn in winter
a wind-chapped look where the old red bleeds through
