you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...

...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...