another snowstorm —

our world newly in need

of navigating

black ice in sun

cleverly disguised

as nothing at all

ice-crusted snow

and the two of us trying

not to break through it

slow meltwater drip

seems all the nudge they needed —

midwinter bird song

snow at first light —

the front yard bunny

gives away his plans

the road ahead

obscured by wind-driven snow —

eightieth birthday

one long hair from

the previous borrower —

unintended bookmark