winter continues

to be itself. 
after huge cold 
and more cold
and ice 
and more
 came thaw.
finally the deer came out of their 
hidey holes,
yarded up
till it's walkable.
 fissures are filling up again
 and starlings gather 
to whistle and sing
and remind me that january's half done.
 and this small snow comes down
with a chill wind
 begins again to build up 
little drifts
 off in the woods,
 close by in the fencelines,
and these, happily wait
food for those silly starlings
or other hungry winged ones.
and that porcupine
the one with the limp,
waddles into the front yard to eat 
an arbor vitae snack.