cracked porch steps
Santa hat
on the pumpkin
cold grey sky
I can hear the snow
thinking
noseprints on the windows
steak from the truckstop
hidden in his pocket
desert winter
I watch the snow stop
before it starts
I tell her
she was the prettiest one..
snowflake
not the work
of a serious poet
these words that misbehave
and play outside long after
the streetlights come on
homeless shelter
I watch the wind
stumble and fall
your Calvin and Hobbes smile
I take off
my shoes, too
no sermon today
snow angels
in the church parking lot
from behind the clouds
this dream of you
that woke up as moonlight
my inner child
outside
waiting for snow
on the porch
waiting for the snow
to fix everything
hospital courtyard
the newborn wind cries
for the first time
the sweet conversations
my neighbor and I
had by the fence
until she moved away --
sparrow
meteor shower
we kiss
with our eyes open
so slowly
this new moon returns me
back to life
walking home
listening to the stories
of neighborhood dogs
Newtown
too many angels
on the Christmas trees...
black cat
my loneliness
has a stroke of bad luck
scraping off
a window
inside the window
my grandchildren asleep
the moon and I smile
big and bright
knowing we have come
full circle
winter night
the bones of trees
buried in the snow
first snow
the windchimes
ring like Christmas bells
temple bells
snowmen walking
in orange robes
the way she tilts her head
ever so slightly..
solstice sun
before she shines a word
I tell her
what a beautiful sunrise
coming at me
like a fireball from the sky...
tomorrow