A million bare trees, sleeping in the snow.
Two dead deer, lying flat & still.
Great Falcon sitting high in a tree, taking it all in.
Snow falling, always.
Crows flying home to roost, spread out across the grey sky.

Cold air, sharp & stretched out tight & thin, just like me.
Snow dry & crumbly & crunchy below.
Half-moon in-becoming hanging up above, fuzzy on the cut edge.
Two shaggy crows sit on the end of a bare branch of large, solid birch tree, watching the winter world below.

Flat, dark sky lying flat-out all over the morning.
Skinny bare tree dusted with snow.
Daily life muffled by the cold weight of the dead of winter, it seems.

Snow turns to rain, and the rain turns the snow to slush.
A black & white Shitzu with a milky blind eye sniffs me out.
I hear a crow, somewhere, at some point.
Later, the snow thickens & slows the world down.

Sunlight as sharp and as cold as the strong wind that wraps it up & delivers it this morning.
A honey-coloured pitbull squeezes out steaming shit into the glowing snow.
A dark, shaggy Starling takes it all in from the tree above.

Danger diamonds (tiny floating crystals) hang in the morning air, telling me the lowly temperature before I feel it.
Pigeons scoot about, above.
A weak sun above the line, not really sure which way he wants to go today, casts weak shadows on the snow.
Bits of blue sky out there, in the distance.

Frozen, sharp air wraps the fresh snow in its cold breath.
Blue sky & white snow bounce together under the bright noon sun.

At first the wind is cold & wet & too mean to snow.
Later, as if changing it's mind, it begins to snow heavily.
Black blotches, probably birds, whip overhead & out of sight.
Most sounds are silenced by the sleepy blankets of snow.
Two big dark dogs playfighting in the snow.

Snow floating at first,then falling, now angling its way downwards towards the blanket of freshly fallen snow that blankets everything in sight.
Red rose hips, puckered & dry as old prunes, clinging to the wet branches of its mother host of a bush.
Shaggy sparrows huddled together, shaking off snow like swimmers just out of the water.

The sky slides from grey to blue.
The patchy alley cat walks his beaten path through the snow.
Birds do their work.