sliver of a moment

aura moon

sits in bank

of snow

far off drone

of snow blower

fades to glide

scape of shovel

scrunch of rubber boots

voices in the darkness

memories of snow storms


fingers stiffen

round shovel handle


wind will

blizzard my

piles into

works of winter art

so I watch this

sliver of a moment*

leaning on shovel

breathing out like

dragon fire

til morrow then

when battle anew

winter’s monsters


layers of sweaters

heavy gloves

and head/neck

wrapped in


I have Pat @ Black Cat Alley to thank for the phrase.

For QKJ 7: Today, try to capture a particular moment in time. Or. Consider Time itself.