2/1
Moonsliver, mewling at distant stars –
whose cat are you tonight?

2/2
Maple branches worm through morning fog –
without sun, without shadows.

2/3
Chains caroling above empty swings;
my winter blood slows.

2/4
Spider in the bath,
I’m not here to end your lonely day.

2/5
My window locked tight –
in slips the winter moon.

2/6
Lips pressed against air –
this memory of the present.

2/7
Garden stones dark with rain  –
why am I not so quiet?

2/8
Trimming trees –
a poem fills with sawdust.

2/9
Her tail curls above piled leaves –
a question beginning.

2/10
Skirting the morning headlines –
raccoon steps in frost.

2/11
Hail at the window,
knocking, but not to enter.

2/12
Passing a dog lying in the street –
how far away home is.

2/13
A break in the clouds –
branches leap into the sun.

2/14
Where does rain touch down
in such a wind?

2/15
Rain prattles in the drainpipe –
awake at 3:00 a.m.

2/16
Rounding the bend,
rails turn into slanting rain.

2/17
Moon appears between myrtle branches
– I set my pen aside.

2/18
Picking the last onions
from my curry –
still it rains.

2/19
Wings folded against rain,
a hawk perched above passing cars.

2/20
Bare feet press against hardwood –
sudden winter frost.

2/21
Looking for no way around –
nimble wind pushes through
leaves

2/22
Returning to bed –
a wisp of candle smoke.

2/23
I lift my eyes to chapel bells –
one green branch.

2/24
In a puddle of sky –
my rippling smile.

2/25
Finches line a wire –
thin whiskers watching from below.

2/26
Not one leaf on the Magnolia –
but blooms, blooms!

2/27
The edge of color everywhere –
Sunset!

2/28
Little cat, mewling at my window –
whose moon are we tonight?

"The Leftovers"
- Regular as Thursday night pot roast
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As the bus turns –
shadows pass from sight.

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Though he waves to my smile,
ours are faces we do not know.

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Sunlit pillows catch dust
falling golden as light.