that unused app
showing some improvement–
New Year’s Day

home alone christmas--

unwrapping that pack

of juicy fruit gum

 

 

First to rise just after dawn, I wander through rooms in a part of town most people wouldn't volunteer to live in. Bitter cold again - the coming new year is a big question mark - not entirely lamentable, it just is.

 

Motes of dust float across the length of the room, suspended in wan light through frost on the windows - they rise on unseen currents, and then, simply disappear. 

 

rinsing out

yesterday's cup --

winter solstice

 

high above

the Macy's parade--

a black swan is floating

 somewhere in this village

two clocks tick-tock 

through the haze

light snow --
the bird's tracks turn
toward spring

 the rain ceased 

wayward wind through the trees

 makes it fall again

 

out of respect

the snowman's heart

kept in deep freeze

seeking shade

snow clings to my doorstep--

barely spring

 

loose ice clogs the river,

snow drifts crowds the bridge --

April Fool's Day

 

migrating birds--

the lines for Schengen

come and gone

this time, every year,

a little village springs forth--

sheet-ice on the St. Croix

 

 garage sale--
Tales of Power
at half the price

prairie rose-
a barn swallow suspended
in ceaseless wind

Hydrangea bloom
more grand than any flag--
Fourth of July

 those jump out boys
stare into the azimuth--
first summer day

food bank--
restless children in the queue
play hide and seek

 wind from the south --
 the bicyclist in black
waiting for the train

 heat at high noon --
offering the sparrow
a bit of my bread