Wintering

 

two deer rest on ice

fur warming frigid site/sight

what fresh peace is this?

~CMH 

One of the deer in my backyard

(Note: last line takes after Dorothy Parker's "what fresh hell is this?")

"December"

December 

 

Less 

and less

delicious warmth

 

as winter unwraps

its grey forlorn.

 

Also

––O also, 

sotto voce––

 

a silver gleam adorns 

the boughs bereft 

 

to say, like a dare, adore me.

~LCMH