January has a voice of its own

Like the sound of Styrofoam peanuts

Rattling along edges of  streets lately turned iceseas.icespike

Odd deep resonating crunch of below zero crusted snow under foot

Can rime be colder than freezing?

Reverberations of shotguns echoing forever

Through  leafless valleys

Does time slow in winter?

Longwinded by

Sunless days and moonless nights.


It’s harder

Harder to be heard in the growing chill

Harder to feel in cold-numbed limbs

Achy in rapidly rising and falling barometric pressures


Decades old snow boots hurt when I march

New snow boots aren’t yet broken in.

Deep scars twinge from stiff leather trusses


Decades old teeth hurt when I eat

Because I clench my anguished incisors anxiously

Now must grind my meat in the food processor


It’s nothing new

Woes  of winter

Passage of time


January has a voice of its own

Solitary gives way to solidarity

We all groan alone

wing and a prayer

One leg
on the ice
I know it’s for survival
But seems a tad precarious
At best. Balancing that corn filled round
I feel. One false move in the artic blasts
I’ll list to starboard without time to spread my wings
Might tumble
Seems like everyone else around has this trick down
But I’m a’wondering why we aren’t standing on solid warm ground
And why some evolutionary remnants resembling leg warmers were lost
To shift legs. This one is starting to cramp a bit
Not sure. How long I can Keep Up


It’s the perfect day for writing

Our standard Colorado blizzard

Winding down

Outside the below zero window

Circled in ice and frost,

Two flickers

Brave the sharp wind

On the old cottonwood tree

Searching for that I cannot see

Happy to find

What they can

out of dead limbs

I am too lazy to join them

In the search for beauty,

In a blizzard,


Hiding under the cover of duvet

Dreading the icy hardwood floor

Under my feet.

So today’s poem goes


With my apologies