along the canal

peepers promising spring —

do I dare believe?

this widening gap —

I tell myself our stories

and still you are gone

late night moonlight —

marveling again as the fox

moves over the earth

dogwood blossoms

nearly touching each other —

the curve of her face

grey days

and a longing for change —

she unfolds the map

home with a cold —

melting snow running

down every driveway

low-lying clouds

seeming briefly like mountains  —

first love

finally kicking

the heavy blanket off —

snowdrops in March

Chesapeake House —

protesters gently smiling

at each other