December 31, 2018

a hot bath designed
to cancel out my fever
New Year’s Eve cocoon




wondering what changed
as the rain starts up again —
New Year’s Eve

December 30, 2018

gaps in the wren’s song
the first day I’ve forgotten
to think of him


December 29, 2018

a sweet memory
of deciding to kiss her
the night’s first bright star


December 28, 2018

December 27, 2018

take off your glasses
come look at the tree with me
planetary pull



December 26, 2018

December 25, 2018

Christmas night
we plan our walk to include
the brightest lights


December 24, 2018

she uses her cane
in public for the first time
waxing gibbous moon


(In honor of this post by @rikkipoynter.)

December 23, 2018

three stags
standing at the edge of town
all antlers and pride


I walk into night
with my back to the moon
shadows and longing


December 21, 2018

so full and bright
we can almost see spring
Winter Solstice moon


December 20, 2018

where the rain was
a breeze that shakes the branches
shine and shimmer


December 19, 2018

this small sharp breath
just the sound of me
thinking I saw you



December 18, 2018

December 17, 2018

dark days, darker nights
sun a longed-for memory
a sparrow’s three notes



December 16, 2018

the rain finds our skin
ducks with their busy legs
stirring thoughts of ice


December 15, 2018

overcast weekend
leaning against each other
cut trees still waiting


December 14, 2018

tonight’s wind
reading the trees for answers
mid-December dark


December 13, 2018

December 12, 2018

with the wind laid down
the cold seemed somehow less so
still, she took my arm


December 11, 2018

winter hikes were best
reveling in contrast
cocoa in the cold




December 10, 2018

two blue jays
trading places in a tree
my mother fills his glass


December 09, 2018

pine needles poking
ice melting into his drink
Christmas depression


December 08, 2018

December 07, 2018

with his clothes gone
the house seems even quieter
snow falling on snow


December 06, 2018

December 05, 2018

advent season
carols I learned as a child
return to visit


December 04, 2018

starlight through branches
playing a harmonic note
just barely touching


December 03, 2018

blown-out milkweed pods —
white wisps so close to nothing
I have to touch twice...


December 02, 2018

weary from the start
early morning light revealing
my father’s death again


December 01, 2018

frost in the forecast
our Christmas card list
shorter again this year