powder power pulls
relentlessly through the snow
bringing us to light
not what i had planned
(before we were so broken)
yet bright, all the same
Ski Reality
growing up
Candied
always the baker
coming up with concoctions
to sweeten our lives
Now, English?
just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)
Puzzlegate
snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:
in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.
Biked
a small redemption
when the pieces fit in place
so rarely perfect
Black Tuesday
a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
My Mythili
one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)
Holding On
a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
Sludge
my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it
It’s Been a Year…
and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change
