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Waxing gibbous moon:
      Another still winter
      night—
Footsteps crunch the snow!



Cords of piñon wood:
Temporary mouse
haven—
Gone by the springtime.



Children bundled up,
Hurrying in the
morning—
The schoolroom is  warm.



Aspen trees are bare,
The Winter winds
have stripped them;
Only pines are green.



Clear skies and sunshine:
"If it wasn't for the 
wind. . . ."
Waiting for springtime.
Pauper’s holiday:
       Warm wishes,
       happy hugs,
       smiles
And a thankful heart.



Now disguised in white,
Piles of gathered
leaves are still;
It happened last night!



Shoveling nearly done,
Mister Wantanabe
rests;
Crows in the tree wait.



The white Sandias—
The river valley 
is brown;
Crows are gathering.



Families gather,
Giving thanks for
abundance—
Roadside homeless man.

The pine trees are full—
       The nighttime snow covered them;
There is not a sound.



Wintertime full Moon
Shining on new fallen snow—
Fresh tracks on the path.



As the coals grow dim,
Old Wantanabe nods off;
Dreams of early Spring.
© 2010  T Matthews  Art