In Morning

Every morning I leave the house when the sun is just making its way up the Eastern sky, and sometimes even before that. The air is a brittle one that early, heady companion to the cool dew that has settled on the grass in the front and side yard. I jangle my key chain as … Continue reading In Morning

My December

As cold as the coldest winter chill Seeping into my haggard bones I seek fire Their January eats me alive Then February, short and swift Like a judge’s gavel Descending, then gone A loping deer in the rearview March comes marching by Left, right, left, right An uncertainty unmatched Except by mixed company An April … Continue reading My December

Snow in Summer

I remember thinking about snow in the summertime, when the days were long, hazy, and tended to blend together in an unending line that seemed to stretch out across the expanse of the entire year. But it was all a mirage, a game, a trick of the eye, because I somehow always remembered in the … Continue reading Snow in Summer

The Thaw

The thaw came quite suddenly, and without warning, the three-fingers deep snow that had blanketed the ground for months gone in the blink of a cardinal’s eye. The deer felt it first, with their sensitive pelts and skittish nature. We could see them all throughout this sleepy Midwestern town the night before, stamping their hooves … Continue reading The Thaw