sleet, but
three oranges
in a delft-work bowl

full moon
follows my daughter home

two yearling rabbits
dance in the snow --
how do they live, I wonder

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We fly home on the second day of the year, so early that it's still dark.  The young man sitting in front of me twists round.  "How old?"  From my lap, Nora grins at him.  "Eight months."  "I have a boy that old -- nine months."  He flexes his bicep: Over a heart with green wings is the name Alexander, and the boy's birth date.   The tattoo is ( Read more... )

below zero --
two crows screaming
at a hawk

two girls on cell phones
walk side by side

in a snow-blazed field shadow of a white horse

bitter cold --
the sky brightens
behind a roost of crows