the ugly writers

New Year

The new year’s pallet, cold and white; with sparkling blues in dawn’s low light,

windblown snow like frozen dust does dance and swirl in winter’s lust.

Puffed up cardinals, a blaze of red, rust winged hawks gyre overhead.

The gray of squirrels, amongst the trees; tawny deer abed in leaves;

Winter’s not just darks and lights when looking deep at nature’s sights.

Some colors muted, others clear; the first brush strokes of this new year.