December 11, 2017

December 10, 2017

head held high
the fox stops to taste the night
moonlit December

December 09, 2017

walking home alone
hoping the snow will stick
I practice your name

December 08, 2017

last night’s frost
waiting for a chance to shine
like me, like you

December 07, 2017

December 06, 2017

forced air heat
even with the lotion
my skin starts to crack

December 05, 2017

everything changes
at once more and less real
as we speak these words

December 04, 2017

December 03, 2017

the year’s brightest moon
putting it all in focus
your faith in me

December 02, 2017

an almost-full moon
lighting up tonight’s frost
why leave your arms?

December 01, 2017

all that was left
as the world fell away
the sound of your voice

November 30, 2017

new constellations
the lines connecting our stars
are curved

November 29, 2017

yard work
we leave the dead branches
the birds love so much

November 28, 2017

cold November night
even the scent of woodsmoke
warms us a little

November 27, 2017

more leaves on the ground
than there are left on the trees
she shakes her snow globe

November 26, 2017

arroyo near dusk
only the tips of the trees
still seeing sun

November 25, 2017

nails dark with loam —
stand slowly, breathe in
the last garden day

November 24, 2017

November 23, 2017

at the wood’s edge
a fox seems to flicker
in and out of sight

November 22, 2017

carrots and parsnips
earth and rain and cooler air
all of it welcome

November 21, 2017

a steady trickle
to keep the pipes from freezing
my daily haiku

November 20, 2017

raucous geese
cries bringing the sky closer
as they fly over

November 19, 2017

November 18, 2017

the ash grove at night
moonlight peeking in
to see if we’ve gone

November 17, 2017

we tell it again
the story of our bedroom
and that one firefly

November 16, 2017

a deer-shaped darkness
running across the road ahead
November nights

November 15, 2017

banking the embers
that will be tomorrow’s fire
he tells me a story

November 14, 2017

gone for just a month
one droplet in a sky of rain
and still we feel it

for C.R., in memoriam

November 13, 2017

again and again
my thoughts drawn back to you
paths worn by walking

November 12, 2017

half-frozen puddles
carpeted with gingko leaves
winter kisses fall

November 11, 2017

lost in the fog
grandpa’s hesitation
as he makes the turn

November 10, 2017

river valley fog
we begin to doubt
that day will break through

November 09, 2017

feeling the flow
rapids of our own devising
as we dam the creek

November 08, 2017

pouring water
from one cup to another
our long conversation

November 07, 2017

layer-proof cold
the weight of your loss
pushing out a sigh

for C.R., in memoriam

November 06, 2017

November morning
stepping into the quiet,
my breath made visible

November 05, 2017

barn swallows
and their swooping dives
when you say my name

November 04, 2017

we put your stories
in motion, in flight, in air
memorial service

for C.R., in memoriam

November 03, 2017

what about those times
when we know what we needed
too late, oh too late

for C.R., in memoriam

November 02, 2017

under the weight
of an unbroken wave
this day without tears

for C.R., in memoriam

November 01, 2017

woodsmoke in the air
our hands, reaching out
across the gap

October 31, 2017

October 30, 2017

streets getting ready,
every sidewalk a stage
Hallowe’en eve

October 29, 2017

taking her name
out of my address book
first frost of many

for C.R., in memoriam

October 28, 2017

all the words you said
slipping through even as I try
moonlight, here and not

for C.R., in memoriam

October 27, 2017

warming autumn sun
seeming somehow obscene now
death reframes the day

for C.R., in memoriam

October 26, 2017

clouds parting
to show only more clouds
late October

for A.T., in solidarity

October 25, 2017

October 24, 2017

late night walk
the fog somehow always
further down the road

October 23, 2017

my father’s birthday
all day long, imagining 
him as a baby