February 28, 2018

bits of strewn trash
nests, now
in a bird’s bright eye


February 27, 2018

first signs of spring
bird songs louder even
than my worry


February 26, 2018

early morning tales
how we admire the fox
and her healthy coat!


(HT Abby Notterman)

February 25, 2018

streetlights
and leftover raindrops
trees dressed in pearls


February 24, 2018

jazz concert
and the walk home afterwards
fly me to the moon


(HT @BrynnStanley)

February 23, 2018

erasing myself
starting from the beginning
once upon a time


February 22, 2018

February 21, 2018

warm spell
sunlight bouncing around
off of our smiles


February 20, 2018

shadows of fish
beneath reflections of leaves
bald cypress


February 19, 2018

ridge line wind
seemingly from everywhere
again I think of you


February 18, 2018

traveling alone
my attention held lightly
by a falling leaf


February 17, 2018

morning run
the deer look on, curious,
not finding danger



February 16, 2018

last light
my memory fills in
the curves of the road


February 15, 2018

one fall
she planted bulbs in secret
and then waited


February 14, 2018

mid-February
wisteria vines starting
their slow reach for sun


February 13, 2018

alone again this year
her socks a defiant black
Valentine’s Day


February 12, 2018

Milky Way
we tilt our heads back,
catching starlight


February 11, 2018

our nightly walk home
puddles full to overflowing 
with moonlight


February 10, 2018

taking turns on watch
February sliding by
nesting bald eagles


February 09, 2018

leafless branches
I try to remember
the last time we kissed


February 08, 2018

children in snow boots
every frozen puddle
endangered



February 07, 2018

yes I should be
sleeping but then again
the stars need seeing


February 06, 2018

familiar enough
that I start to dance
music in my dream


February 05, 2018

hometown radio
trying to change the pronouns
in my head


February 04, 2018

all-day rain
we share an umbrella
love in perfect step


February 03, 2018

slowed, then frozen
two-dimensional still life
winter puddle


February 02, 2018

her grandmother name
whatever the babies could say
was just fine


February 01, 2018

trading yawns
at the end of our day
the owl calls again




downed tree —
his friend from the support group
moves to hospice