even when we lose
he has won his only chance
to be part of this

even when we lose
he has won his only chance
to be part of this
a few last baskets
waiting for that hidden spring
only found in youth
dyeing our spring eggs
(her childhood reaches fall)
empty nest beckons
aspen-lined gold runs
are what make Steamboat special
(we'll always be back)
a weekend with him
after all these years in love
sweet as fresh powder
should have stuck with hearts
and Valentines on their doors
and kept my mouth shut
vaccine Valentine
does love get any better
than this science?
she's eighteen too soon
my oldest baby, my star
i hope she'll go far
i’ll grasp this aspen
framed by its own starry night
when i need some peace
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