the sounds of horns and sirens

drowned out by rain beating on the window in my room

as gray light shoves through the darkness

i watch determined drops race down each pane

such ambition has always eluded me

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Untitled (A Fluid Sun)

January 19, 2018

new light

warms the frosted

window pane

a fluid sun

drips onto

the slowly rotting sill

Peekaboo

January 10, 2018

Winter peekaboos

through the crack under my door

Spring sits back and laughs

Rawboned Branches

January 4, 2018

long rawboned branches

stretch far through a freezing fog

to scratch the sky’s back

The New Year

January 3, 2018

blackbirds float

over frozen white fields

unaware of a new year

Subtle Preparations

January 2, 2018

somewhere

far below this temporary tundra

our garden

makes subtle preparations

The World has Gone Blind

December 20, 2017

though the world has gone blind

leaving beauty and light

in the dark

i still clumsily open my curtains each morning

hopeful

for just a bit of warmth