Tree trunks

They look kindly on
me, these trees, since I ripped sap-
sucking ivy from them.

December Sunset

A lingering red
sunset, the sky reluctant
to yield to darkness.

December 27th

Heavy clouds block the
sun. On the horizon a
narrow glow survives.

Christmas Morning

Stillness. The planet
gathers strength for the effort
of rich spring movement.

The Letter

Christmas letter from
a friend, aged, dying. Not
sad, happy. I wept.

Winter Afternoon

Wind tousles cedars
while eagles glide, slipstreaming
through frantic branches.