Winter stories

Fog and a green door

Frozen

Mud and Ice

Transformation

An unusual chill
has fallen on this place
and is now clinging
like a frightened
child to its mother.

I look out through the
safety of windows,

and see the brutal beauty
of transformation.

I work as pieces
fall all around me
and I try not to trip
as I keep moving.

Nothing and
everything
is perfect.

This cold has brought us
a good time for changes
and plumping up.

Transformation

Transformation
An unusual chill
has fallen on this place
and is now clinging
like a frightened
child to its mother.

I look out through the
safety of windows,

and see the brutal beauty
of transformation.

I work as pieces
fall all around me
and I try not to trip
as I keep moving.

Nothing and
everything
is perfect.

This cold has brought us
a good time for changes
and plumping up.

Northwest winter