finally finished
 ready to send on its way
 to a hopeful life
 
 

on my winter walk
 to the store for its framing
 city windmills spun
 
 

semi-frozen lake
 with geese searching snow for grass
 i clocked three miles
 
 the girls took friendjoy
 and kitten-lap-book cuddles
 to carve our Tuesday
 
 

(yet–there was a hole–
 chicken noodle in crockpot,
 rolls ready to bake)
 
 he worked late again
 and bore the winter ride home
 no windmills in sight