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up past our bedtime —the stars swing back aroundto check up on us
sounds of winter —a young buck scrapes his antlerson a black tree trunk
mourning dove songsnow made of melted ice —missing winter
Carolina wrenrooting under fallen leaves —snowflakes drifting down
walking into townwe remember the old gameof synching our steps
this year's editionof the great migration —pine needles everywhere
reading behind you so we meet in the story —save me the best bits
sounding out the chords —
our son returns to his
childhood piano
our Prep and LandingChristmas Eve tradition —every line by heart
more sub-zero days —yellow-bellied sapsuckerstag team up the maple
remnants of tall grassfrozen and blown down at last —winter takes over
candles flickeringas we push through the long night —winter Solstice
melting so quicklywe look skyward to be sure —yes, it's really snow
all month we waitfor that white-throated sparrowwith the raspy call
after the droughtdelight in the luxuryof puddle stomping
checking to see ifI have enough condolence cards —nothing is promised
approaching solstice —the stack of books by our bedbegins to teeter
making a new pairout of two mismatched mittens —winter invention
cold winter moon —my friend cleans her mother's houseone last time
we work on puzzleswithout looking at the boxfrom the edges in
we untangle the lightsand find the wreath hook —Christmas songs on loop
wood smoke's faint note —the neighbor's cozy eveningwafts over the fence
stillness embodied —only the hare's watchful eyegives it away
I throw my small hopeas high and hard as I can watching for the turn
a double-ringed moonshines down on the old oakjust a few leaves left
we watch the foxcoming home after huntinga squirrel in its mouth
back to wonderingif the birds might also begrumbling about the cold
in the shade's blue lightsaved by the colder ground —a few flakes of snow
old photographs —looking for the moment whensomething was missing
long frozen nights —the bird bath transforms intoa skating rink
kindergartnersshowing off their dragon breathon this first cold day
World Aids Day —hopes for a vaccinerise with our prayers