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our hand-dug snow fortwe dreamed would last all winter —rain in the forecast
the weight of deep snow —mom pausing in the doorwayafter tucking me in
falling backwardsinto deep drifts of snow —angel impressions
sweeping sweet gum ballsgiving the snow a clear spaceto pile up on
a woman rides by —shouts Happy Chinese New Year!over her shoulder
we pause in a doorwayforgetting what we came for —waning winter moon
fog over the lake —a blue heron disappearseven as I watch
birds trying new notesto better welcome the light —every morning good
all we want nowis ice enough for skating —to push and just glide
one more thing he lovedthat I never asked about —classical guitar
what sort of hollowcan I find to curl into?(the base of your neck)
melting hope —the snow I'd been longing forturned once more to rain
snow falling softlyonto the frozen lake —a secret I already knew
so much more fear, now,in fevers and scratchy throats —one more frozen day
classic sugar cookies —we admire each other'spenguins and snowflakes
rain and more rain —at night we tell the storiesof blizzards gone by
well below freezing —we move towards the fireholding our hands out
cold winter wind —which of spring's fledglingshave made it this far?
my father and Ibuild a pinhole camera —the whole world sneaks in
my mother's made-up songsfolded at the foot of the bed —winter takes a break
use this daythe coldest in three yearsto set up your greenhouse
deep enoughinto winter that some partsnever do feel warm
is the rain slowing?we catch ourselveswatching the puddles
sunshine whittling snowwhile my hands encirclea mug of cocoa
morning bird tracksdisappearing into the cold —snow still falling
snow clouds rolling in —I remember my fatherpulling my sled
ice glazed roadsleaving us no way to stop —the ER fills up
the fox and I findthat we walk a bit faster —sub-zero morning
still making room forour memory of snow geese —how they kept coming
coming true againfingers tangled in her hair —my long-held wish
learning anewthe ways we move together —unwrapping a year