Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

Water envelopes

Bubbling over streets and backwash out storm drains; overwhelming floods. No amount of sandbags can hold back the surge of nature. Photo courtesy of Corinna Behrens from Pixabay

Arid, dry, dustyThirst and empty river beds. Hands cup the air: rain. Photo courtesy of Thaliesin on Pixabay

Soothing to my soulCalming to frenzied spiritI glide in water.Suspended, uplifted, IHover, leaving stress on land. Photo courtesy of Adina Voicu from Pixabay

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

Gray, gray, and more gray.Then the sun emerges. ISquint and breathe glory. Photo courtesy of Pixmartin from Pixabay

Wind scrapes my windowI snuggle deeper intomy book, its words ablanket, soft and warm. Time andreality disappear. Featured Photo courtesy of The Pixelman on Pixabay

New Year’s day dawns andthe world is encased in glassmy driveway and roadmasquerade as an ice rink. Jack Frost’s temper tantrum.

The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.