height of autumn
a blackbird almost
to two octaves

freezing rain
a vendor takes the lid off
his makeshift oven

winter solstice —
steam from the squash
released from its skin

paying the last bill
on the kitchen table
winter solstice

Christmas Eve
an old cement foundation
all that’s left

Thanksgiving —
looking at photographs
of the Great Depression

the sound of geese
resting on the water
evening snow

bulge of my feet
at the bottom of the quilt
the long night

  a light flurry . . .
  carol singers
on fast forward

snowed in . . .
fire wraps
around a log