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winter!
icicles glisten in the sun
the taste
of frozen air
.
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winter!
icicles glisten in the sun
the taste
of frozen air
.
.
cold winter days
melting icicles refrozen
by sharp icy winds
.
.
cold winter days
against magic grey skies
dancing dragonflies
.
.
foggy days
color palette skies —
everything dissolved into grey
.
.
.
.
late evening moon
blends the day’s shadows . . .
sipping
hot oolong tea
.
.
so lost without you . . .
winter winds
whisper your name
.
.
confetti and streamers
cake and ice cream —
everyone sings
“Happy Birthday to you!”
(for mom’s 98th birthday)
.
.
winter days
all the little clouds
people chatting
on the street
.
.
blustery days
snap! snap! snap!
neighbor’s flag
alive in the wind
.
.
beyond the evening sun
deep in the shadows
black cat sits
motionless
.
.
under the stars
silence —
neighborhood cats
chase
fairy lights
.
.
stormy winter days
leaves
scattered in windstorms . . .
all my memories
.
.
early mornings
our dobie’s insistent alarm —
more hot air balloons
.
.
.
across the night sky
angels fly . . .
on his final breath
I felt him go
.
.
winter storm
the wind
caught
in trees
.
.
every night
hugging Bumper, kissing Blue —
our stuffed kids
miss you as much
as I do
.
.
winter fog
icy fingers
nip my ears
.
.
winter bouquet
the new life
you claimed
(LSR for Mary)
.
.
treading air
round and round
my stationary bike
goes nowhere
.
.
winter evening
shadows
frozen in midair
.
.
brain injury —
still putting together
the jigsaw puzzle
of me
.
.
afternoon silence
raindrops shimmer
on stained glass windows
.
.
cold winter night
stars shining through the windows
sparkle against the panes
.
.
sunset
distant foothills settle
into the horizon
.
.
winter storms
the voice of the wind
singing thunder
singing rain
.
.
oh my love
the songs we’ll sing
when we’re together again —
wildflowers!
.
.
winter storms
the voice of the wind
singing thunder
singing rain
singing your name
.
.
damp and drizzly
winter’s fingers
nudge the windowpane
.
.
wild winter storms
tossing words in a frenzy —
haiku hurricane
.
.
frozen sunlight
hanging from the eves
icicles glisten
.
.
broken
my fingers smudge the glass
trying to touch your face
.
.
aphasia
living in fog
always on the edge
of confusion
.
.
deep in the forest
the silent trees stand
unmoving
against grey skies
–
the only sound my silent screams
my broken heart
calling your name
.
.
raindrops shimmer
on stained glass windows —
new year’s morn
.
.
midnight trains
passing in the night
that single instant blurred —
2021 becoming 2022
.