against a cold winter’s sky
reveal more than hide
as they reach many fingered
arms up to a gray heaven.
Stripped of all pretense,
the winter tree cannot hide
nor can his own heart --
echoing the emptiness,
he sits there in bare branches.
(Someone, without meaning to, I'm sure, dropped me right back into the worst night of my life. I will see this over and over until it lets go. So…
They walk around me while I write, with a hey, ho, and a hey nonnie nah, They spin around me while I write, talking, laughing in my sight, watch my…
O brave new world, O brave new year full of potential unrealized, new, untried. May we, taking the first, tentative steps into your…