Big waning daylight moon
Full heart greeting
my mother’s tree glistens in the window.
Christmas Eve, Morning (40)
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Monthly Archives: December 2018
Wistful (39)
At night 120 miles away my solar Christmas lights
glow and arc in the bougainvillea
silent and dear without me.
Winter Solstice Eve (38)
I sit at the train station beside my bags
cold metal bench at sunset, purple Christmas gloves
the almost full moon watching over my shoulder as I type.
Desert Winter (37)
Warm under blankets in the early twilight
cold air on my face
sparrows sing outside the open window.
Surprised (36)
The bougainvillea rustles, and
a young Cooper’s hawk hops out
hoping for a sparrow.
False Dawn (35)
Standing still on this rain dark morning
I see light in one small corner of the sky
As if today our sun will rise in the northwest.
Endorsement (34)
I turn toward hope, and then
the half moon and I watch three silent ravens
wing across the daylight sky.
No Holds Barred 