Bereft: Only Toy Shovels Left

will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.

Find the Light

sunrise to sunset
i follow the moon and sun
winter outdoor joy

vaccine aches trail me
but the ski trail excites me
a bluebird balance

a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet

no snow day for us
just the struggle through this path
that is this school year

light frozen in time
sparkling for the morning
(lit for the mourning)

no beach silhouette 
could compare to mountain snow
with my boys up front

my winter puppy
tolerates snow much better
than these couch-bound cats

i am not here now
forever staring at screens.
i am here. on skis.

The last run.

i’ll grasp this aspen 
framed by its own starry night
when i need some peace