Feb2

 
 
 

First dream of the month—
 
I see my life’s finale
 
in a desert place.

Feb1

 
 
 

I open my door
 
to better view the Snow Moon—
 
icy light leaps in.

Jan31

 
 
 

My friend the artist
 
marks January’s ending
 
with a new painting.

Jan30

 
 
 

Old, bent with sorrows,
 
my father found ways to laugh,
 
even in winter.

Jan29

 
 
 

Splinter in my hand,
 
you’re just one more winter song
 
I will learn to sing.

Jan28

 
 
 

At the birdfeeder
 
two chickadees keep squabbling
 
over one small seed.

Jan27

 
 
 

With your persistence,
 
you bend even the oak trees,
 
wild wind from the north.

Jan26

 
 
 

For countless winters,
 
I’ve been a lonely seeker
 
on a desert road.

Jan25

 
 
 

fleece from a black sheep
 
cleaned…carded…spun into yarn
 
for knitting mittens

Jan24

 
 
 

Ferocious north wind,
 
why won’t you leave me alone?
 
Go pummel the crow!