A note of thanks to all my friends for birthday wishes. 68 will be a great year!

Golden Winter Morning

The first day of winter follows

the longest night

Up early, before the sun, warming

days forecast, enough to melt

a week’s snow.

Deer active, plow through the white cover to reach

green clover below. As I plow piles, make a path

so the smiling mail lady can reach the box in

her Jeep.

She brings cards of the season. Some with decorated trees,

Angels, snowy wood, the Magi. Some have deer who stand and

stare from a winter field.

Like the one who watches me.