Over the calving yard coursing the blue, cold air magpies watch, wait.
So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.
The blank of the window that long ago he dreamed from vacantly out at him
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Snow sifting through thorns:: old couple:: no need to speak of odor of roses.
the vast winter sky with its few ragged geese Vs silent of “chick-a-dee”
Winter’s six angles tell the simple of infinity— snowflake. Posted also in response to the Word of the Day Challenge https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/22/magnify/ magnify
Between marble sky and snow hissing over snow— wind-ragged magpie