12/31/16: Kitchen Tools

my wrist—slave

to spoon, masher, and tongs—

aching

12/30/16: Winter Surprise

a gust—

black leaves flee like

song-less birds

12/29/16: After the Storm

old snow—

boot-trod lines of narrow

passage

12/28/16: Red Silk

nothing like

web or skin—a sheet of

wind dyed

12/27/16: Exposure

missing summer’s

parasol of leaves—not

shade but cover

12/26/16: Half-full

in this light

each limb golden—bare

and reaching

12/25/16: Peace on Earth, Goodwill, Etc.

in a city

of stacked boxes—eyes

in windows

12/24/16: Where Would I Have Seen Your Work?

by a door

into the alley—bright shards

of a toy truck

12/23/16: That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold

when there are no

insects—every dry blown

flower abandoned

12/22/16: Holiday Open House

stepping inside

from the cold—face too frozen

for expression