R, I just visited the very cold weather, time slows way down.

Stark and haunting. So evocative of the season and its attendant emotions. Beautifully done.

You could probably write the phone book and make it melodic.

Everything you touch...beautifully done.~r

Bleak, and persuasive. I like the boldness of "To whit to whoooo." I used to have an owl on my property, at least I used to hear one every now and then, but she seems to have flown off or died over the past year.
Rated.

The traditional "Whooo" always seemed like too bright an expression to describe the sound they make, though, which seems darker and wilder to me.

Boko's comment is flawless
I enjoy the stark images, and the idea of residues of nature left over
I have always found winter landscape a sublime study of contrast and dearth

Oryoki~ You're right about time, it almost disappears.
Unbreakable~ It is a stark season that wraps itself around our hearts and won't let anything hide.
Cartouche~I am humming and reaching for that directory. Seriously, what a lovely comment.
Joan~Thank you. Such a thing to say. I am trying not to fawn and beg for more.
Boko~ Darker and wilder, yes. That sound in the night, so much more than the sum of its parts. You must miss your owl.
Vanessa~ Yes, it is relentlessly, ruthlessly sublime.

Just beautiful. I love the way it's filled with color.

Nothing signals winter like the comings and goings of the birds.. the dove and geese each in their own. Lonely and stark.

Haunting and lovely. Another respite from the day in and day out. Poetry - thank you!
r

I love meter that ends on that single word last line beat.

Great images and love the haunting feelings they evoke. All that hangs nicely in the air when that last word cuts the cord and leaves the reader floating with his or her thoughts.

I'm with cartouche. I loved this...is there anything you can't do???

We have had one noisy goose or hawk or something bird-like, squawking all morning. To wit I say, coo coo...love doves.

Beautiful poem. Rated.

i like the picture trail and feel the huddled cold.