by Kelly

last night’s fog freezes —

morning is a fairy land

of white, white, white, white

by Alison

my eyes open to

dust lit up by the sun -

cold and suspended

by Kelly

morning woodpecker

in his tock tock tock I sense

notes of poetry

by Alison

I’m nervous

and I don’t know why -

blue cloudless morning

by Alison

a hundred birds

or so it seems -

dark morning

by Kelly

early morning sun

lands on my page — I look up,

return to real time

by Alison

freshly made snowmen

greet me on my morning walk

mocking April Fools’

by Kelly

I wake with a start.

He’s gone. How did I sleep through

his leaving? First rain.

by Alison

blond grass peaks through snow -

I approach the morning’s walk

with bright realism

by Kelly

dingy morning sky

spells S-N-O-W –

the dogs sniff the air