13 February 2024 (a forest)

a forest

full of broken things

winter moss

12 February 2024 (winter disquiet)

winter disquiet

a red-tailed hawk circles

and circles the sun

11 February 2024 (one tulip)

one tulip

leaning out of the vase

cabin fever

And a reworking of an older poem, in honor of tonight’s Super Bowl:

Sunday night

shouted prayers

follow the football

10 February 2024 (year of the dragon)

first day of the dragon . . .

a sapsucker’s red throat

catches the light

9 February 2024 (perched hawk)

a perched hawk

watches over a vacant lot

winter fatigue

8 February 2024 (Olduvai Gorge)

A little wordplay from when I was half-awake in the wee hours last night:

Olduvai Gorge

the great rift between us

and our ancestors

7 February 2024 (the new doctor)

the new doctor

doesn’t introduce herself . . .

antiseptic sky

6 February 2024 (tattered)

tattered prayer flags

the supplications

of winter beeches

5 February 2024 (kitchen clatter)

kitchen clatter

porch rails shadow

backyard snow

4 February 2024 (right)

right

where we want them

winter bluebirds

3 February 2024 (winter solitude)

winter solitude . . .

last summer’s hydrangea

tumbleweeds down the street