the apricot tree
 
awaits its winter pruning—
 
blackbird winks at me

 
 
 

Winter afternoon—
 
near a bend in the river
 
fishers try their luck.

 
 
 

Deepening winter—
 
why do I weary myself
 
longing for tulips?

 
 
 

fragrant cups of tea
 
with scones fresh from the oven—
 
winter morning treats

 
 
 

A bright winter sky
 
suddenly fills with blackbirds,
 
blotting out the sun.

 
 
 

Deepening winter—
 
how many more Christmases
 
can I hope to see?

 
 
 

First week of winter—
 
the path to the rose garden
 
is dusted with snow.