no snow yet this year —
the cold moon looks for a place
to reshare her light

"colonial charm"
racist variation on
"nothing to see here"

at last the echo
of our expressions in his —
our boy sounds like ours

I was in a rush
but I've never been able
to remember why

when I was first born
my father worried I might 
be breakable

Boxing Day dinner —
plates full of leftovers and
reheated stories

wondering again
if the last snow storm we saw
was the last we'll see

Santa hat —
collecting smiles from strangers
despite the chaos

quiet in the house —
just the tick of pine needles
falling off the tree

waiting in the trees
for us to break up the ice —
juncos at first light

Solstice starlight —
the long line to summer
unrolling before us

spray-painted pine cones —
we keep the old ornaments
and all their stories

another cold night —
I listen for the sound 
ice makes as it starts

after the storms
all roads end in water —
we find a new way

no sign of the stars
as the all-night rain begins —
finches huddling up

snowflake lights
between our upstairs windows —
now we're ready!

hungry for the cold
for the black and bare branches —
more space for dreaming

HT @heathr

https://twitter.com/heathr/status/173576221901787172

shooting stars
beneath a fingernail moon —
we gasp in unison

even through socks —
the pine needle invasion
has begun

sunset giving way
to a black sky with a hole
for a new moon

mailbox thief —
I measure out the sugar
to re-bake my gift

rainy Saturday —
another forgotten door
in the Advent calendar

wearing a bowtie
to meet his grandmother —
baby's first funeral

Solstice approaching —
a flurry of list-making
in pencil, in pen

long before the clouds
stacked up like a traffic jam
there was this fire

the darker the days
the brighter the stars, it seems —
even as they fall

no conscious choice —
the radio station in my head
switches to Christmas

December half moon —
the times I almost came out
but then reversed course

holiday baking —
I fail again at
sleeping in

the famous icicle
my mother let me bring
for show and tell

hand over hand
we pull the bucket up —
cool water and stars