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in the springwe thought it would maybe lasta month or two
waiting out the year —the Raritan’s muddy banktamped down by ducks
the small of my backremembering the feelingof your hand there
stay up with meuntil we’re hungry againuntil the moon sets
snow melt runningthrough the land to the lake —we leave our tree up
memorizing choicesbefore my glasses steam over —bakery challenge
gibbous moon —we hope the foxes will findour leftover gift
gusting winter windagainst a steady furnace —we’ve all taken sides
ducks on the lakelooking for ways to be alone —late December
how quiet we weretrying not to wake the baby!years gone swiftly by
tomorrow will bringone more minute of daylight —make a plan with me
each frozen puddlea few seconds of ice time —crows jeering overhead
winter morning walk —all the sledding hills jeweledwith iced-over snow
snow transformedinto embodied sunlight —melted, dripping gold
neighbors in synch —we slice and lift upwet snow in layers
yard birds getting ina few calls back and forthbefore the snow sticks
the field gone to seed —will you come to me orshould I come to you?
explaining winterhe makes his fist the Earthour laughter the sun
even the little dogwoodwe just planted this springgets a string of lights
Christmas tree farm —
one field of tiny saplings
waiting their turn
songs my father playedwhen I was still a baby —notes slipped of their words
black lives still matter —she re-inks the lettersIn our handmade sign
bringing downthe last of the sweetgum balls —winter's first snow
she teaches me the songof the white-throated sparrow —listening for spring
restless winter night —the cold tightens its fistas an owl looks on
holiday baking —Oma’s notes to herselfguide me instead
cold December air —starlight quenching a thirstwe didn’t know we had
startling the sparrowstucked into the azaleas —the sound of wings
dark-eyed juncohopping along the fence —common and yet not
whose wish prevailswhen the turkey wishbone cracksright down the middle?
first frost —test results coming backpositive