January 31, 2018

even in winter
a clear invitation
tree-lined path


January 30, 2018

a dusting of snow
melting as we marvel
my anger dissolves


January 29, 2018

eggs and toast
all day my little house
smells like childhood


January 28, 2018

used to ask my dad
questions with complex answers
right before bedtime


January 27, 2018

rain in the forecast
a train whistles and I turn
to face the breeze


January 26, 2018

flare of anger
when no one thought to tell me
death notice


January 25, 2018

ducks circling up
to keep the lake from freezing
together in the black


January 24, 2018

face down on the ice
somehow intact, praising 
my mother’s bones


(HT B. Chepaitis)

January 23, 2018

groves of aspen
connected at the root
I call my sister


January 22, 2018

how I would linger
outside her doorway
on the hope, the chance...


January 21, 2018

soggy ground
where the snow has melted
seeds sigh in their sleep


January 20, 2018

you walked me home
and then we were still talking
so I walked you home


January 19, 2018

we plan our route
to avoid the icy spots
shine becomes a warning


January 18, 2018

melting ice
soft sounds of shifting
we try again to forgive


January 17, 2018

first bird of the day
singing me from my dream
into morning


January 16, 2018

behind my teeth
the questions I’m not allowed
thicket with thorns


January 15, 2018

lingering pine scent
where the tree stood
Martin Luther King Day


January 14, 2018

second snow day
we add laundry to the list
of work to ignore


January 13, 2018

you sing to yourself
notes finding our floorboard cracks
rise to reach me


January 12, 2018

the end of school break
we stand around trading 
stories and germs


January 11, 2018

wine country
memories of praying
this time we’d drive past


January 10, 2018

January 09, 2018

January 08, 2018

the rush of knowing
you were around the corner
fast running stream


January 07, 2018

cars in the median
telling the story of black ice
while snow drifts on


January 06, 2018

tucked into a bush
like forgotten ornaments
handful of sparrows


January 05, 2018

across the street neighbors
working towards each other
shoveling snow


January 04, 2018

opening and closing
slow beat of butterfly wings
we watch the baby breathe


January 03, 2018

last night’s full moon
on the far side of the sky
snow so cold it squeaks


January 02, 2018

third day of your cough
I make eggs the way you like them
with love folded in


January 01, 2018

morning mist
for a moment, landmarks gone,
I lose who I am