this morning too
the light of the moon
mother love

cloud stain
on the mountain
last year’s snow

New Year’s Day
the center of the chocolate
not what I expected

blackout
    the sound
        of candles

clear night —
snow shifts
on the windowpane

New Year’s Day —
deer tracks on both sides
of the fence

early winter —
a growing desire
to paint the ceiling

winter isolation —
tossing one pair of socks
into the hamper

snow moon —
our angels
somewhere underneath

bitter wind
a man hunched over
a hole in the ice