Ice
an overnight storm
invades my dreams and I wake
to trees turned to glass
–
frozen rain-
crystal branches
brush the ground
an overnight storm
invades my dreams and I wake
to trees turned to glass
–
frozen rain-
crystal branches
brush the ground
a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse
–
winter sky-
the moon
as blood
pour me another
for I’m not yet numb enough
to make new mistakes
–
darkling beetles-
drunk on the
morning dew
warm potbellied stove-
the winter air crackles with
electricity
–
dry night air-
your touch
shocking
the wan morning light-
wrapped up in your nakedness
unwilling to move
–
your damp hair-
for now I’m
the big spoon
empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series
into the wee hours
–
dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan
dark grey winter clouds
heavily laden with snow
loom over this town
–
winter sunrise-
shallow paw prints
in the snow
by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear
–
late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak
friends and enemies
all are but dust as I wait
for mortality
–
a dark attic-
old records
gathering dust
midnight approaches-
carrying the promises
of the coming year
–
again-
the rising sun
greets the new year