From the chair I stand
but tumble back
outside
the snowflakes
at the glass
hover
windless
weightless
my knees buckle
at their suspended beauty
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Monthly Archives: February 2015
Feed me
Feed my winter heart,
my famished, desperate eyes –
pour sunlight on the snow
and brew my spirits’ rise.
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Bright star
Bright star pierces
Cobalt sky:
Half-moon hangs knife-sharp
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Weather warning
Chill wind blows me
right to your door.
Open your arms,
bundle me inside.
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Frigid midnight
Frigid midnight:
shooting star. At dawn
the back deck sparkles.
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