midday frost...

the moon & clouds

sharp in a blue sky

bare tree...

snow from its branches

creates on-and-off showers

             first snow of the year...
             during a sleepless night

             listening to silence

the sky at dusk...

just the mono-voice

of countless rooks

revealed bit by bit...

a herd of white sheep

from the freezing mist

city street—above

the clamour of traffic

a lone piper playing

                             mid-winter scent...

                in a black sky the moon

                encircled in mist