heavy snow -
the track to the wood pile
somehow more distinct

winter deepens -
I call for my jacket
by its name

patching a hole
where the cold comes in -
owl outside the window

Casseopaea
her outline drawn in dust -
cold moon

a little cinammon
sprinkled on our lefse -
new snow from Dakota

still a few stalks
by the windbreak in the snow --
three day moon

the dog makes a beeline
for the fox's spoor

in the villager's panic
torches and pitchforks
passed all around

she posts a view of blossoms
one last time

 footprints lost
under the fallen leaves -
black moon

Maidan -
the technician texted me,
"it's cold as fuck"

the bloom on Gondwana -
a honeybee dances
along Occam's fine edge

The Gulf?

Oh, well, the smell of that expanse of water ... the warmth of it,
its salinity, the lay of the light from December skies, intense yet waning. It's hard to describe, the distances benign.

the Christmas catch
dumped on the deck
they writhe in it's heat

nine below -
The coffee maker
insists I obey

just the two of us,
she rolls another cigarette -
there'll be still more snow

a love poem
for each face in the deck --
one more winter night

月の解けしオレンジ味苦し

taking a bite
from a bitter orange
january thaw

I give her
my last Pall Mall
blue geese in Fujisawa

rinsing out
yesterday's cup -
winter solstice

brittle moon -
self immolations
drawn on a map

nothing moves
in the grip of this storm
still, I lock all my doors

today's moon
finally reached its zenith -
winter fly