(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#163)

old apples
frozen to the ground
the silent orchard

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(#164)

juniper berries
blue sky’s children nestle
in cedar cradles

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(#165)

my horse is old
and my cart is broken
the depths of winter

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(#166)

winter granary
rice sacks are empty
and spring may never come

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(#167)

thoughtless chickadees
bear the winter’s burden
while I succumb

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(#168)

in the evening snow
hare tracks on the mountain path
silent, soon to fade