our new home — 
winter sunshine fills
the empty rooms

damp earth
slick bellies
of winter radishes

the scent of snow — 
a flake
then nothing

Coldest day
steam from the sidewalk grates
rises undisturbed

winter stars
my feet slip slightly
on the path

apple trees
growing into each other
winter drizzle

winter break
my grandson’s
short sentences

Mid-winter depression — 
in my address book
crossing out the dead

twilight
the unexpected brightness
of snowdrops

late shift
again the waitress
talks of her children