November 30, 2016

junk drawer
just beyond the window
a magpie’s tilted head

November 29, 2016

this all-night rain
switching it up between
lullaby and alarm

November 28, 2016

woolly caterpillar
so much slower to uncurl
the second time

November 27, 2016

since motherhood
all she can see in winter
are heads needing hats

November 26, 2016

like the horses
moving faster on our way
back to the barn

November 25, 2016

we are together
how long we have waited
for each of these nights

November 24, 2016

front yard maple
just big enough this year
to hold up some lights

November 23, 2016

at the edges
of each other’s sight
trading smiles

November 22, 2016

day’s end
only the clock’s ticking
to keep me company

November 21, 2016

saving the soup
the work of not stirring up
the burned bits

November 20, 2016

sub-freezing cold
no matter how we stand
the water finds us

(Thinking about the water protectors at Standing Rock)

November 19, 2016

late night sleet
tapping against our windows
we add a blanket

November 18, 2016

planting crocus bulbs
this rich, dark earth smelling
just like a promise

(for MKR)

November 17, 2016

the sound of the moth’s
beating wings

(for JW)

November 16, 2016

what is required
when you hear a bird song
not heard before?

November 15, 2016

into an ocean of sky
slightly smaller moon

November 14, 2016

is there a breath
deep enough to move this weight
from my chest?

November 13, 2016

building time for ice-scraping
into my mornings

November 12, 2016

the smell of it weaving
through the trees’ dark limbs

November 11, 2016

getting used to ache
although I never meant to
still just three days in

November 10, 2016

just a hint of frost
wisteria vine slowly
stretching towards death

November 09, 2016

approaching flight speed
just ahead of the boat
a family of geese

November 08, 2016

November 07, 2016

November 06, 2016

painting the ceiling
I try to warn the moths
to stay away

November 05, 2016

autumn nights
fogged bakery windows
the next morning

November 04, 2016

so small in the world
to cast this large a shadow
red fox at dusk

November 03, 2016

freeing the hornbeam
tendrils of vine tight like
brand new baby fists

November 02, 2016

Día de los Muertos
I teach our boy how to draw
X’s for eyes

November 01, 2016

fallen leaves
now the sparrow and I
can see each other