No darker room in a house
than an unlit tree at Christmastime.

 

December 16 2020

 

Wren in the wreath

by the front door bolts

to the blue spruce in the dark

beyond the porch. 

So much for using that door anymore

this year.

December 12 2020

 

Sweetest is the harmony 

my daughters sing offhand 

as they put their jackets on

to go to Target.

December 12 2020

Thanks, Flying

A volley of robins shot by.

Singly, others perch on dipping branches

to gulp red fruit.

They're conversing in the neighbor's tall tree.

Whether they shift south or not,

this could be their last chance 

to flock before winter.

The dog doesn't need to bark at this;

birds are a complete non-issue.

Rain on my old brown cap 

has the quality of mercy;

later I will change the sheets.

For these and other blessings

there is gratitude below

and maybe in the air.

November 26 2020