wrapping up

a day to myself
amid bustle, quiet down,
exhale, and wrap gifts

winter

discharging potential
my hair crackles with static
winter fully here

brushing the moon

bare limbs tickling
pale moon balanced on tree tips
over dusky drive

rolling on the fringe
pale marble lost in carpet
of living trees

dream hangover

hungover a bit
memories of shape shifting
to keep pace with moon

dream cobwebs cling
visions overlay morning
caught in night's clutches

still groggy with dreams
intoxicating moon set
grey dawn beckoning

3 am

baleful and bruised
a shadow darkens
the night's bright eye

velvety eclipse
blossoming bruise on pale cheek
spreads across moon's face


cherry throat lozenge
lingers in the morning's sky
translucent and moist

in to thaw a bit
nose pressed against kitchen glass
watching the moon change

photo by Jillisa Milner

Monday morning

two hours sleep only
and off to preschool pageant
up 270

sunday morning

slack, like old grey cat,
i sit ensconced on sofa
and ponder ennui

baltimore coffee n tea

way too much coffee—
how to make a selection
for a french press pot?

i love you honey,
but sadly, not enough to buy
you jamaican blue.

that holiday glow

cheeky Santa
eyes cherry pies and glows with
anticipation

so full of spirit
Santa mimics go-go girls
and dances 'the jerk.'

frozen creek

window for fishes,
pebbles, mud,and hellgrammites
pane frozen in place

magnifying pane
exposes what hidden worlds
newly here for view?

rhythm

snow white and stone grey
stale layers of limestone cake
wait to be eaten

graphically stark
beauty grown in repetition
and frozen in place

nom nom nom

camouflaged cookies
attempt to escape their fate
and blend with counter

still windy

angry werewolf winds
howl hungrily at my door
and demand breakfast

spot check

at doctor c's
the wind howls as i, naked,
flip for inspection

rotary

tactile connection:
reach out and touch someone, as
the commercial went

still clean design
with sharp lines and bright colors
a rotary phone

inside, hot soup steams,
while outside cold rain dampens
Sunday afternoon

saturday

luxuriously
pink, furiously plush fluff
fingers sink in deep

flurries

air of sudden swirls
thin skin of slicking sidewalks
flurries dance about

thursday

pondering self
repeated in glass, bunny
balances on moon

lonely bunny stares,
quizzical or just hungry,
at picture menu

crunch

brittle blades crunch
rimed with pale frost flowers
blooming in the cold