New Year's Eve —
river's edge great blue heron
wraps itself in fog

another late night —
a tiny screech owl stays up
to laugh at us

stillness for stillness —
the kingfisher takes our cue
just this once

red-tailed hawk 
slicing through afternoon blue
making it look easy

on my born day
my father was afraid
of breaking me

neither of us
calling the other —
how ice begins

deep in the ground
frozen and yet still dreaming —
choose yourself again

(HT @uche_blackstock, for this Tweet)

the sound of scissors —
our Christmas village welcomes
a paper blizzard

sub-zero weather —
I can feel the door of my heart
starting to freeze shut