A street-gang of starlings hang out on a telephone line, while two crows look on from one side.
Diffused & even all-over winter light sits above me, no detail to speak of.
An orange tabby bounces through tracks in the snow, in a hurry, it seems.

A shimmering curtain of "fairy dust" dancing in the morning sunlight.
Starlings cry out in surround sound in the cold air.
The waxing moon aligns with Jupiter & Venus in the Southwestern sky just after sunset, a smear & two dots of distant light.
Night is cold & sharp as broken glass.

Weak, feeble sun, so distant, so wane opens the day.
Clumps of grey dog fur stuck to the icy path, shivering in the morning breeze.
Blue skies open up @ noon & blesses the day.
A small fuzzy dog zig-zags through the snow like a brown ant on a mission.

Red berries clinging to skinny trees.
Sun shining, strong & clean & right across the day.
Birds playing with joy, it seems.
Full moon in Cancer rising silently into the night sky, broadcasting her wisdom through the darkness of winter.
Milky moonlight bouncing off the wide sheets of frozen snow.

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.