i awoke to the sound of icy rain
it fell upon the skylight
in early dawn
an owl calls out
the box spilled
it was all there
our life
it is only snow
yes
it will melt
maybe even water the seedlings
but may the rain will do that
instead
i painted the wall before you arrived
in small sections
here and there
the old paint had started to chip
now the new paint has faded
blending with the rest of the wall
seamless
no boundaries
no memories
The squirrels have found a way to the bird feeder
The cardinals have stopped coming
quiet here at night
just the heater
on and off
and
off and on
always a wonder
how or why
and
why or how
The bird feeder
woke me from my nap
A constant wind
keeping it from stillness
Do the birds
still feed from it
Or simply watch from afar
until nature calms itself
