poem of the day February 12 

Playing winter

the earth

dealt out

a cold hand

Everyone was freezing

in their solitude 

The white silvered meadow

wore a poker face

almost as still

as the big frigid maples

that surrounded it

Nearby the cars shivered

together in the drive

like big colored icicles 

When dawn finally

called the game

All was silent except for 

the sounds of silence