feet not fast enough

to get the kite flying —

first love in tatters

winter greys and browns

made it easier to spot —

early morning fox

side by side

turning pages —

bedtime butterflies

steady all-day rain —

the earth rolls over

for a belly rub

summer dusk —

the hopscotch game no one wants

to end

his younger self

wonder and tenderness

coming back in waves

cold winter morning —

fewer cookies the price we pay

for sneaking raw dough

new calendar —

filling up these little squares

the planting of seeds

on a treasure hunt

for stones with a hole worn through —

thanking the glaciers