Monday, February 28, 2011

upon waking

a dog at my hip and a cat at my knee
the rains streams against the window
and i plant a garden in my head

Sunday, February 27, 2011

5 am service

the sliver of moon catches crystals of ice
making them twinkle beneath my feet
faery-lights against the shaving-foam snow

Saturday, February 26, 2011

a burden shared

i wake at 4am from a dream of ice-roads
and trapped children
panic is soothed over tea and the telling

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

setting the stage

even the bread, a perfect shade of brown,
leaps enthusiastically from the toaster.
the sure sign of a good day coming

Saturday, February 19, 2011


wind whips through window cracks
howling it's icy song
i draw the curtains and put the kettle on

Friday, February 18, 2011


a lake at the back gate
leaking wellies and
a treacherous slide to the newspaper

Thursday, February 17, 2011

february rain

the rain comes down in sheets
washing away the funk of winter
and promising a new day

i've been hoarding my stones in my real reason why- one part rebellion, one part self-sabotage, i suppose. i think i started finding my self-imposed structure to be too limiting. so things might change. or not. but i like writing them, so i'm going to carry on. it's meditative and keeps me connected to the words in a time when i feel like i'm leaving them behind.