still a few leaves —
dog hair
painted into the wall

first snowflakes
a cat whisker
in my hand

snowman
one less carrot
in the pot

cold morning
the old horse gets up
and goes to work

winter light
flour, sugar, and the canister
that held dog biscuits

deep winter
not knowing for certain
where the garden is

bare branch ridged with snow
a chickadee
powders my face