Cinderella fell hard
a glassy slipperiness
downhill to the prince
haiku
under the snow
under the snow grass
dreaming of summer sunlight
under the snow hope
bare branches
bare branches tangle
across the face of the moon
my love is simple
reaction
a hot swirl of rage
questioning all decisions
reason approaches
drawing
charcoal
snow paper
I stare
not understanding
the curve of a smile
now the fog has cleared
now the fog has cleared
sky limpid, sun on green hils
oh how you are missed
I like foggy days
I like foggy days
I can pretend you are here
oh
how much you are missed
year three quarters done
autumn beginning
winds freshen, a first spitting
still you are not here
in the shadow
in the shadow gold
cheekbones, hair and eyes
I breathe slow, breathless
they pulled off their shirts
they pulled off their shirts
the light through their chests shone dark
dreams slowly gathered
