New Year’s Eve —
she teaches me
how to breathe

cold morning rain:
all the swoosh is gone
from the fallen leaves

bus stop —
the winter dance
of cold feet

what the raven
has to say about them
snow clouds

frosty morning
an old man boxes
his shadow

tooth marks
in the sharp cheddar . . .
the long night

New Year’s Day
the sycamore’s
uneven shadow

winter dawn —
waiting for the school bus
kids pretend to smoke

first snow!
the congregation of birds
suddenly bolder

taps . . .
a snowflake melts
on her dimple