Bruce Gunther

“Shedding covers, stepping /
onto frigid hardwood – / feet like bricks of white marble / in the semi-darkness.” Bruce Gunther shares a piece on winter mornings at home.

“A dog’s bark several blocks away travels on the steady wind -a wind with sharpened teeth.” Bruce Gunther shares a piece on bitter cold and fine snow.

The morning crow / perched in the skeletal branches / of the maple remains silent / and flutters its crepe paper wings. Bruce Gunther shares a piece on snow and stillness.