My day off, I eat soup in bed, devour H Is for Hawk
Open windows, goldfinch sparrow house finch voices loud, happy
Together we savor this still-young year.
New Year Love (42)
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Christmas Eve, Morning (40)
Big waning daylight moon
Full heart greeting
my mother’s tree glistens in the window.
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.
No Holds Barred 