friends from the city
have trouble adjusting —
how dark our dark is!

feeling my hair
freezing on my head
as I walk to work

chickadees
pulling the sun along
with their five-note call

stories in the dark —
the full moon holds a note
so we can tune up

how deep
would this rain be
if it were snow?

sparks from the fire
and the sounds of their laughter —
everything rising

junco and nuthatch
with their jaunty one-note calls —
Solstice in a month

seeds grab hold of us
as we walk through the tall grass
practicing mourning

Rosie's hula hoop
bright against the night sky —
we forget the moon

November rain —
the ducks invite the wind
to carry them backwards

at my age, she said,
when you don't hear from someone,
you worry

frost as ground cover —
birds in the azalea bushes
fluff to twice their size

leaves and acorns
drifting and plummeting —
earth tones for the earth

sagging phone wires
turned to gold as the sun slides —
did you see it too?

the morning's cold
wrapped itself around my bones
and is still there

beneath the willow
there was a kind of cave
perfect for hiding

pink clouds in the west —
my drive home aiming me
straight into the sun

two girls remember
where the colored pencils are
and the paper, too

(HT Denise Levertov)

invisible new moon —
I try to remember
the scent of snow

rematriation —
Cohanzick Nature Reserve
returns to her people

perfectly happy
with their upside down world —
busy nuthatches

reach over me —
turn off the light to reveal
Venus and the moon

late-night encounter
with a buck and his shadow —
antlers everywhere

cold rains, dark nights —
the cows spend their first night
in the barn

HT @NYFarmer:

https://twitter.com/NYFarmer/status/1722105823462031430

that feeling you get
when you see a wheel that spins
(wanting one more spin)

shushing the neighbors
so we can hear the screech owl —
a sound like no other

that white-throated sparrow
with the slightly raspy song
has returned

slivers of olive tree
buried beneath rubble —
aggrieved and grieving

tricking gravity —
we empty the rain barrel
with a siphon

tasks of the season —
find my windshield scraper
and my soft red gloves