December 31, 2016

New Year’s Eve
these opening chords we welcome
with claps and cheering

December 30, 2016

snow so light
we second-guess ourselves
did we imagine it?

December 29, 2016

amazing how strong
the will to forget can be
I erase a hole

December 28, 2016

snow in the forecast
a chickadee sings close by
but I can’t spot it

December 27, 2016

December 26, 2016

long-awaited sun
the looks on their faces
her favorite present

December 25, 2016

Meetinghouse carols
we silently agree to sing
all of the verses

December 24, 2016

Trump Tower
holiday sidewalk cheer
suddenly in shadow

December 23, 2016

last year’s card
her handwriting
still here with us

December 22, 2016

while I’m gone
she surrenders, adding
one more string of lights

December 21, 2016

Solstice wind
carrying the sound
of the day’s last train

December 20, 2016

December 19, 2016

the first snowball
I tried to bring inside
to show my mom

December 18, 2016

winter tutorial
hot chocolate marshmallows
by the handful

December 17, 2016

December 16, 2016

a tree glowing white
we follow the light like a lure
kisses for breadcrumbs

December 15, 2016

December 14, 2016

powdered sugar
decorating cookies
as snow dusts the lawn

December 13, 2016

water at the lake’s edge
gathering itself

December 12, 2016

the iron heats up
I work to smooth the edge
from my voice

December 11, 2016

cold in the forecast
our neighbor’s homemade ice rink
begins to take shape

December 10, 2016

its back to the wall
defending against winter
red December rose

December 09, 2016

this cold black night
we draw new constellations
with our eyes

December 08, 2016

walking home to you
by the light of the half moon
nearly tomorrow

December 07, 2016

pink sunset clouds
reflected in the sheen
of yesterday’s rain

December 06, 2016

winter rain
filtering all the way through
to summer’s peach trees

December 05, 2016

December 04, 2016

still holding a space
for a roofline long since gone
our one-sided elm

(in honor of the original Friends' schoolhouse at Stonybrook)

December 03, 2016

with nothing to say
we call anyway, listening
to the other breathe

December 02, 2016

fewer leaves
with each passing day
I call my father

December 01, 2016

Thanksgiving onions
my son and I trade tips
on how not to cry