ghost of Christmas present(s)

the siren song of Christmas
strains at the window
beckoning her inside

northshore blvd

i watch the raindrop races
a blinking amber light
becomes a beacon in the relentless grey

Dementor on King

transport truck stops traffic
tattered black plastic
billows and swoops across the lanes

afternoon walk

leaves layered
brown and wet
like soggy cornflakes

three birthdays

butter-cream cupcakes
red wine and tea cups
joy amid chaos at last