snaking through ice hills

to find their father’s father

hidden by sorrow

let this wolf moon bite

2017’s end

with a few snowflakes

winter leaf peeping:

with golden ground, smoky sky,

you forget you’re cold

Kentucky means love:

dogs, cousins, archery, fire

warming up winter

winter road trip rules:

ignore temperature, whiteouts;

drive to St. Louis

you’ve missed the beauty

(snow we’ve waited all year for)

(your silence kills it)

with feathery flakes

never wanting to falter

i weaved my way down

you didn’t see me

your eyes too fixed on the phone

that you came to save

if i had left you?

phone in bed, no parents, free?

what would you see then?

the tears blinding views,

the white-knuckle drive danger,

all swallowed by me?

or just the drug-screen

stealing you from falling flakes,

from an active life?

i will never know

because you won’t talk to me

above silent snow

snow introduced winter

making a killer cold view

on my morning walk

trying to embrace

the next phase of motherhood

no matter how hard

during doldrum week

mountains are all i can see

waiting for weekend

cloud searching resumes

with another slope season

(nothing beats that view)