I sit - wood fire cozy - in my favorite chair
Looking out at a snow buried back yard.
Old gray snow
Littered with pine needles, small branches, leaves -
All the detritus of Winter's storms.
Picnic table upside down
Leaning against a boulder
Keeping punky feet dry.
Maybe one more season?
Hammock frame's splayed posts
Sticking up from the snow.
Blue tarp grasping the woodpile
Flappin' in the wind.
Pair of Ravens cruising overhead,
Hoping melting snow reveals some missed morsel -
An earlier victim of Winter's trials.