Rock Pile

A crow sits
Atop a
Lone small tree,
Feathers fluffed and
Facing the wind.
Perhaps he couldn't see the
Forest, for the
Tree.

Stopped at a
Traffic light,
A redtail hawk
Flies overhead;
Urban hunter.

Hounds baying in the distance as
Proud Orion hunts the skies;
Perhaps they've found his prey.

Lines in high clouds and
Tricks of the light
Create the illusion of
The sun rising in the
North, but
Only while climbing an
Overpass.

What a hothouse flower
I am;
Cold, particularly my
Feet, yet the
Thermometer reads 66.2F.
Come on, heater!

Lofty pink phoenix
Flying towards the
Rising sun,
Soon blown away by the
Wind.

Taillights like
Bubbles
Blown from the
Tailpipe...
I had to
Smile.

Up early for a
Saturday morning
I spy a glorious
Dawn
Through the windows.
The sky rose and soft yellow
Through bare branches.
A gift to myself,
Unshared,
The moment gone by the
Time we leave.

Just enough snow to
Cover the ground with
White.

Just enough snow to
Craft a cyclopean
Snowman,
Three inches tall.

Just enough snow to
Cancel our drive to
School.

Just enough snow to
Make my girls'
Day.

Texas child's delight
Quarter inch of snow
(Maybe)
Sparkling on the deck.