Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Christmas afternoon at my daughter’s house. Lulled by good food, holiday music and family cheer. Realizing too late we have stayed too long.

a spreading whiteness
as darkness descends—
the intense quiet

Street not plowed. Almost no indication where curbs are. We open the side windows to see better. Heavy- laden trees and bushes reach out to grab at the car and lash us. Can’t make a hill. We back down and try again. A longer run this time, but still not quite. Once more we back down and slide into a drift.

wind-blown snow
the slow slog back
to family

Presence, January 2006

Monday, December 8, 2008


cold sunshine
yesterday's footprints
remain in the snow

Presence, Winter 2007

below zero
the cold moon
still sends its light

Presence, Winter 2005