November 15, 2018

sudden snowstorm
we follow behind the plow
as it scrapes and sparks



November 14, 2018

let her be tired
but with a spring in her step
blushing at my name


November 13, 2018

the old fights flare up
with only the angles changed
ice glints in your glass


November 12, 2018

high overhead
a hawk rests in an updraft
my father’s still gone


November 11, 2018

November 10, 2018

meeting at last
you stop to show me the moon
all shadow and light


November 09, 2018

thick dark clouds stacked up
like planes waiting to land —
losing my father