JANUARY
Winter is here
the harbor stretches out in its vastness
of blues and whites
at home the trees are long slender fingers
filigreed in white
reaching for the sky
the frog pond is frozen over
the frogs taken refuge in the bottom
hibernating until the spring
when they can once again leap about
with abandon
the deck is empty
silent
bereft of chairs and tables
hibernating as well
until April comes