100 Short Poems
Winter Storm
Stepping into this day is an ordeal
featuring wind-whipped bitter cold
knifing in through layered clothing.
and black ice beneath relentless snow
making any movement added misery.
On Long Drive, 2 AM
The predicted winter storm
has begun pouring down its white
which appears to bewitch the deer
standing still on either side of this winding road.
For once, they ignore me as I drive past.
The City, 4 AM
Footprints ahead in the fresh snow
prove that another walker,
having risen even earlier,
or returning home in the dark,
passed this way alone.