Snow

The first and most likely the only snow of the season. Just a dusting. It is kind of pretty and it is a learning experience to see the ducks not complaining because it is cold or food is hard to find.

Cheese, crackers, herb and wine

Cheese, crackers, herb and wine

Cheese, crackers, herb and wine
toasting the new year
while cursing time.

A new year?
What is new, what is not any more than the residue
of the endless intent of endless yesterdays?

Or is it a refining of vision,
a quest and answering of questionings
concluding today is all there is until tomorrow?

Cheese, crackers, herb and wine,
sacraments of earth and time
are all I need today.

poetry and photography Copyright 2012 by David H.Roche