barren swing set
            enjoys the company
            of a January snowfall

Jen Hagen (3)

sitting in the park
old caboose
abandoned

Marcia Gordon (3)

sunrise—
last goodbye kiss
I walk you to the door

Dee Wood (3)

hole in glove
the ball bounces
off his head

Josh Lane (6)

winter morning walk
I step outside
then grab car keys

Marcia Gordon (3)

gate blowing open
sled in yard
waiting for children

Glenn Sims (2)

snow angel
covered
by falling snow

Dee Wood (3)

cold church pew
frosted stained glass
            basking in the son

Jen Hagen (3)

rooftops all the same
snowplow coming
        covering up driveways

Glenn Sims (3)

people stare
at crazy woman frozen
in time

Marcia Gordon (3)

dead tree in winter
blends in . . .
            until spring

Jen Hagen (3)

the old woman
with grandmother’s face
sits quietly on a chair

Willa Heath (2)

warmth of my son's voice
            as snowballs fly
            through the air

Jen Hagen (2)

winter cold
the little dog nuzzles
in the nape of her neck

awaiting his return
gigantic X’s
on the calendar

Dee Wood

dog curled up
in the doghouse
wind is blowing

Glenn Sims

on bended knee
he takes her left hand
fourth finger

Dee Wood (2)

gently combing
grandmother’s hair
her granddaughter quietly whispers

Willa Heath

frigid morning
I stop
to tie my shoe