Hollow Longing
Winter would last if we would only
let our hollow longings lapse;
Winter in the City (Year One)
All is returned to dust.
Every breath is taken back by a jealous
Winter on the Islands
Winter on the Islands.
Marlin and the Teeth of Winter
Out of a quiet and hardly seen patter
of freezing rain, beating a pattern of poissonce,
A Poem to Give Some Comfort in the Middle of a Long Winter: Phoenix, AZ
Somewhere, right now, it is evening in Phoenix.
The pavement is bleeding heat,
Ottawa, Late Winter
Beside me, the City pulls her covers up;
pulls a dry white quilt