sudden winter
the press of cold metal
against the paper gown

holidays over . . .
change from someone’s pocket
between couch cushions

no desire
to talk it through
first moon of winter

this way and that
winter sun
in a rabbit’s ear

stark tree limbs
a cyclist I see
every morning

another new year
the reek of gunpowder wafts
on the cold night air

hunger moon
the many shades
of snow . . .

a wren at sunrise
it seems too early
to write of death

stark tree limbs
I have nothing
of my hometown

raging blizzard
the gritted teeth
of jumper cables