I heard the voice of / justice speak today but she / did not call my name.

Melting, receding / reveals snowy battlefield / left in winter's wake.

Big red heart secured / locked for its own protection / does that key still work?

A winter weapon / the Shovel of Damocles / hangs in the garage.

Searching for meaning / in dad's "poetry" folder / I found none, but him.

Lovely icicles / remind us the house is not / well insulated.

Folding the laundry / a moving meditation / order from chaos.