imagine snow—
the smell just before it falls—
as smiles starting
Winter
12/26/20: And After
a sheaf of wheat
leaning upon itself—gusts
battering
12/25/20: We Need a Little Christmas
some unlocked something—
green and red memory
tripping tumblers
12/21/20: Where Someone Leaves Crumbs
walking gingerly
through pigeons, trying not to
spur applauding wings
12/20/20: December Overcast
once again
a shrouded sky—living
inside linen
12/19/20: Can I Be Almost Finished?
fading along
with daylight, sure I’ve said
enough
12/11/20: Night Walk, Thinking of Dickens
now all those ghosts
return strewn with colored lights
to hide their gray
12/10/20: Judging Books by Covers
pigeons seem to find
this abandoned L platform
fine
12/8/20: Am I Old?
opening and
closing day—the sore hinges
of books and bones
12/3/20: Watching Dusk Shift from West-Facing Windows
clocks of sunlight
and shadow striking at
severe angles
haiku streak 