poems | a night kitchen

[watching the trees]

watching the trees
is the only way I know
the wind is blowing

Snow on a chair makes another chair

enough snow in the air
can hide a mountain

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watching the trees
the wind sensed but not felt

night over with a bit of orange on the cloud

December 6, 2011 § 2 Comments

Wind
angry that it has been left here

November 26, 2011 § 1 Comment

Taking the dogs out at midnight —
rain on my feet

November 7, 2011 § 1 Comment

pale slant of light in the morning and you know
you’ve seen it before and it’s November

waking up
too early
for the fog

October snow —
even the geese are surprised