autumn evening
I lightly touch
my son’s first scribbles

solstice
a crow settles
on the snowman

dust on the antlers
over the mantel —
the logs shift

just one more page
before I sleep . . .
endless rain

early winter moon
the sound of a newspaper
as it hits the ground

long night moon
one more load of wood
before dark

cold soup —
the winter moon
on snow

longest night
the strains of carolers
come and gone

New Year’s fireworks —
waking again
with the dog

night fading away —
new snow in the playground
seats