January 21

2018
Freakishly empty,
Paddington in the wee hours
Still provides coffee.
Train ride through a storm, from Glasgow to London
2017
Bundled against slush,
Walking large dogs, black and white,
Thumb out in vain plea.
A soft slow dusting
Of crystalline entities,
Guarding my exit.
2015
A slushy ramble
Around Taos Plaza and back.
Some stores are open.
The three-dog patrol
Breaks the hushed sound of snowfall
With commanding barks.
school is canceled. it's really not that bad, but there were some bad accidents and students were slipping on the walks. staying in my jammies.
The Star sparkles through
Trees. I walk to the river,
Watching my mountain.
The Bosque by Tamaya
The match sparks and burns
My finger. I'm happy, though:
School has been canceled!
2014
Olympics are coming right up, and I have no TV. The free NBC live coverage app requires IOS 6, which I also don't have. I know I'm not the only person with this problem. Searching for a solution....

2013
Snow glitters blue white
And Orion draws his bow
In the bright moonlight.
2012
From John Mark
2011
The sounds of rain
Are beautifully enhanced
By manmade structures

On days like this one
I need an umbrella hat
For walking the dog.

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