my baby skiing
breaking my heart in these trees
(not such a baby)

she skis black diamonds
from the top of the mountain
to her mama’s soul


my baby skiing
breaking my heart in these trees
(not such a baby)

she skis black diamonds
from the top of the mountain
to her mama’s soul


i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.

you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.

you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.
our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love

snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:

in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.

one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)

a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it

this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
snow like stardust
sparkling in morning light
to begin our day

almost all love skis
and that’s enough for today
that, and fresh powder

