February 28, 2016

all the things
I thought I knew
these dying
brittle in my fingers

Bright Stars 7

February 21, 2016

trying to
clear a path from
the past
yesterday's snow
heavy in his shovel

hedgerow 20

February 14, 2016

for her return
snowflake melts
on my window

hedgerow 20

February 07, 2016

speeding through
a yellow light
that old
desire to be
anywhere but here

Atlas Poetica 21