sun betrays stark cold contrast:
frozen ground cover of whitest fluff
punctuated by sharp twigs of
clipped rose bushes gone dormant.
tall dark spruce trees cast
long blue shadows, extending
blackish green branches to catch
powdery crystals on their fingertips.
sturdy garden windmill turns its
spinning head into the chill breeze;
red tail fin…lone colorful feature
of bleak and weathered landscape.
oh, but notice the rabbit trails!
we can follow them over the snow–
little bunny tracks criss-cross the dog’s
wider paw prints through diamonds’ dust,
sparkling with inspiration and adventure.
(inspired by claudia’s prompt at d’Verse but confess that my “inner editor” came out with an eraser !)
a poem in my pocket 