The last big freeze

New Year’s Day,

high overhead

behind partly cloudy skies

jets rumble.

On muddy banks

turtles return to sun.

Dark shells absorb energy,

waken dreams of summer.

Unbeguiled by a change

in the weather,

I mourn the ones

that did not make it through

the last big freeze

and the citizen survivors

of another missile attack on Kyiv.

1-1-23