a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
Black Tuesday
seasons
Snowprints
before dawn arrives
the snow still touches the sky
with white fingertips
Mountain-Eating Clouds
the bowl is open
for us to earn winter skins
winter wind and all
Downhill for the Uphill
2020 ends
in the same way it began
(with downhill skiing)
2020 ends
nearly every way different
than a year ago
2020 brings
a balance of sorrow, joy
hidden behind masks
2020 ends
with screens controlling our lives
(searching for meaning)
2021
with its 5-syllable self
will bring us new hope
Ice, Water, Steam
a cold winter walk
along the Colorado
right where it begins
a hot springs retreat
to strip the cold off our skins,
bring heat to our bones
Snowpup
another failed day
ends with a quiet snow walk
(just let those flakes fall)
Evergreen for Everyone
a cold, windy morn
finding our legs on the ice
that waits for winter
Christmas Roulade
rolled in this meringue:
apples, mascarpone cream,
burnt honey. ’20.
baked in this Roulade:
my student’s home-raised hen eggs
ready to be whipped
folded in this bake:
some precious moments of peace
so hard sought, well earned
masked in this meringue:
a year of bittersweet loss
melted into joy
Christmas Traditions
they’re all grown up now
even their cookies have grown
in their perfection
COVID Birthday
ice-cold Tuesday night
(ice skating on a weeknight?)
icing on the cake
we must stay outside
we must wear masks, be cautious
we must learn to live
all out of the house?
all the teens out together?
all the miracles
the boy taught himself
the boy had never skated
my boy taught himself
