winter sky

the wonderful winter sky

is companion to this walker.

some little snow

 came on.

only a little and very icy

for me that means i won't ski.

 barnhenge is leaning

without a skin to hold it taut

it is leaving, leaning, leaning. 

 and still the clouds

 this old yard table sinks deeper 

 into the snow

 small doings

stitch footprints through the few inches.

 i peep through the one mulberry that lived

from a planting of eight.

 there was a small deer visiting the black eyed susan

seed heads

 not much was eaten

probably not tasty 

(though that one was bold to come close to the house)

 leaving plenty of seed

for dyework and

for the new garden at the place

called home.

going home.