Ice

an overnight storm
invades my dreams and I wake
to trees turned to glass

frozen rain-
crystal branches
brush the ground

Bloodmoon

a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse

winter sky-
the moon
as blood

Drunk

pour me another
for I’m not yet numb enough 
to make new mistakes

darkling beetles-
drunk on the
morning dew

Sparks

warm potbellied stove-
the winter air crackles with
electricity 

dry night air-
your touch
shocking

Abed

the wan morning light-
wrapped up in your nakedness
unwilling to move

your damp hair-
for now I’m
the big spoon

Love

empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series 
into the wee hours

dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan

Snow

dark grey winter clouds 
heavily laden with snow
loom over this town

winter sunrise-
shallow paw prints
in the snow

Stream

by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear 

late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak

Dust

friends and enemies 
all are but dust as I wait 
for mortality

a dark attic-
old records 
gathering dust

New Year

midnight approaches-
carrying the promises
of the coming year 

again-
the rising sun
greets the new year