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call and response —the great horned owls provethere are two of them
walking by the lake —I never do see the wrenwhose song trickles down
full moon —ingredient in a recipe we know by heart
unvaccinated —my hair longer nowthan it’s ever been
beyond the fogwaiting like the rest of usbare trees stood apart
bundled up againstall the snow that never fell —dreaming in drifts
daily walk —the shortcut that brings me homeworn down to a ditch
abundant sunshineyet still the lake stays frozen —try again tomorrow
reassurancein the form of snowdrops —spring remembers us
I feel him closestwhen I make a joke he’d like —filling in his laugh
moon half-fullwith leftover light —the owl goes hunting
what we have longed for —a space in the cold and darkfor warmth and light
shadows darkerthan the trees that cast them —empty waiting arms
we remembersitting next to each other —soft scent of shampoo
early morning walksmiles coaxed from strangerswarming up the day
close enough to see the fox’s open mouth as it loped away
evening wood smokefrom a neighbor’s chimney —these tenuous ties
moonlight on the bounce —when I tell the five year oldshe smiles like the sun
white-throated sparrowsinging open a space —my heart unclenches
three seasons in —we change our mindsabout what we want
how the shy sisterwound up with him in the end —our new favorite
treetops blazing goldwith the last light of the day —we lift our eyes
finding our way backby the silver light of stars —bedtime in camp
after the snowthey found the waterfallfollowing its sound
insurrection —awaiting the judgementof history
three hundred days inwe stand in our drivewaysgreyer by half
busy chickadees —we string them some cranberriesin the bamboo
the scent of snowfollowed by the sound of ice —we scrape our way clear
my fatherraising my bike seat for meone last time
the year’s first bath —our boy’s falsetto floating out over the snow