among the tiny chairs of the classroom

the little ones away

an embrace

~

amos takes aim 

the sound is stark and unequivocal

reverberates among the rocky ridgetops

and concave snowy sweep of the valley

stillness returns as the echo fades

red on white

coyote

~

hattie take a few moments for herself

admires the crystalline flakes of snow

that gently fell overnight

fell atop the already deep and chilling blanket

she imagines spring with impatience

and with a sigh

for this is perfect