TV

snoring quietly
your head still on my shoulder-
our show just over

dreams of snow-
waking to
tv static

Winter

white breath and mittens-
on the pond shaved ice gathers
the sounds of laughter

heavy blankets-
the sound
of falling snow

Decisions

deep under water
looking back at the surface
as I sink farther

valentines day-
ice cracks
beneath my feet

Legacy

in my father’s chair
still unprepared to carry
this heavy burden

fallen acorns-
my little feet
in your shoes

Insomnia

my bed, no respite
dark lonely hours renege on
the promise of sleep

flannel sheets-
the rhythm
of your breath

Paper

written in anger
signed in blood and gently sealed
with the kiss of death

impending storm-
newspapers aloft
in the morning wind

Cold

hushed elevator-
the open doors close once more
leaving us alone

frosted glass-
winter air
seeps in

Invitation

each time you leave me
it gets a little harder
to let you back in

terra cotta-
under the pot
the door key

Accident

a pair of sneakers
found by the side of the road
after the cleanup

waiting crows-
a possum’s
sacrifice

Common Ground

the darkness complete-
standing on the precipice
shouting at the void

the village green-
I hunt for the
elusive middle