I fell on the ice.
Like a cartoon. Like a brick.
My elbow, waiting.
winter
Still January OR Remember to Fill Your Gas Tank
Blues and constant whir
Winter’s beauty is lost in
its length, sunlessness.
Grey Matters
Bright and bitter cold
Lungs and finger tips and nose
cry with spring longing
With winter lagging
on and no sun again we
sigh…
Collective, big breathy sighs
with collective, midwest depth
…And so it goes
Tidings
Soft sounds as shimmer
Roll on as wallpaper coats
This is shallow breaths
Cooking With Aloneliness
I am reminded:
Athens and my first winter
alone and away.
Cloudiness and loneliness
just like garlic and onions
Fall is Here OR Winter is Almost Here OR Winter is Almost Still Here
Leaves are turning and
air is biting and grey sits.
Fall falls more like bricks.
My Window Offers a Perfect Portrait of Winter Transgressions Covered
I am cold and soft
Unwanted some, beautiful,
though mostly: burden
I fall without light
to greet the sun and morning
Again, trampled on
Opportunities
to use me grow as I do
yet I feel a chore
Wishful, I breathe the
same air, but exist without
my own intention
I am called a touch
when I am more than nothing
And I love quiet
Love and Sun Make the Earth Go ‘Round
Its a warm-cold day
and the weary, winter sun
is strong and mighty
We Pay for Spring with Winter and I’m Excited for New Smiles
Beautiful moment:
a smile for only me.
Spring is here. Rent due.
I Like The Snow Everywhere But Inside My Coat
Trees are beautiful
covered in snow and ice.
I’m, however, not.
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