The lights of Charley's:
       green of Ponderosa pine
       and the red of Mars.

As art behind glass:
         Pine needle patterns
         reflect beneath cloudy ice.

Icy water in boot prints -
old ones, melting?
   Or is someone ahead?

frozen mud on the trail -
     edges of a paw print glisten
          in the sun

My city is prettier
  from a sunlit ridge;
    the only sound, the wind.