January 31, 2016

Lake Ice

a steadying hand
will only prevent falling
not falling through


two feet of snow
the squirrels scold each other
for starting so late


January 30, 2016

footprints in the snow
the front yard bunny
was here first again


January 29, 2016

January 28, 2016

when I come out
I cloak my tale in laughter
clouds hiding the moon


January 27, 2016

dreary morning
the sun can’t figure out
which way is up


January 26, 2016

January 25, 2016

appreciating
this particular star’s bounce
off the moon, off snow...


January 24, 2016

creating kingdoms
in the midst of shoveling 
he builds a snow throne


January 23, 2016

looking up numbers
of all the old friends I know
will be home today


January 21, 2016

January 20, 2016

visible planets
I hear my old art teacher:
fill the whole page!


January 19, 2016

morning glare
stopping to scrape the windshield
a second time


January 18, 2016

so busy looking
for the black ice they warned of
I forget the moon


January 17, 2016

January 16, 2016

a narrowing space
between frozen earth and sky
hospice visit


January 15, 2016

a new crop of rocks
in the field we cleared last year
work begins again


January 14, 2016

late night sky
reaching back to remember
the names of stars


January 13, 2016

all day at work
we share our yearning to quit
powerball jackpot


January 12, 2016

throwing away yeast
for the bread I never made
an old girlfriend calls


January 11, 2016







now that they’re frozen
we rediscover puddles —
still good for stomping

January 10, 2016

in the all-day rain
thoughts of you welling up  
the sump pump kicks on


January 09, 2016

still turning away
from the goose I saw today
dragging a wing


January 08, 2016

January 07, 2016

one box of crayons
and suddenly here we are
our eight year-old selves


January 06, 2016

January 05, 2016

front yard bunny,
the fact that I could see you
was my proof of morning


January 04, 2016

January 03, 2016

It was a poem.
How can I tell? Because now...
I yearn to re-read.


(Today's haiku is dedicated to magic-maker @stacyannchin, writer & performer of Motherstruck at the Lynn Redgrave theater in NYC.)


January 02, 2016

cold night air
seeming to gather and roll
we quicken our steps


January 01, 2016