New Year's Eve Brunch

The last drop of tea amber globed

quavers 

on the red rose teapot’s spout

drops 

nestles 

into the creamy cupful

hesitates

surrenders

to the new reality.

Opportunistic

White plastic shopping bag

ballooning against the frosty 

roadside weed stalks.

Just the thing!

Along the lane it fills -

flattened soda cans

ragged paper plates

tangled baling twine

a broken green Frisbee.

The Only Thing Not Frozen Out Here

Amber liquid in the shoulder 

of the whisky bottle sprawled 

face down in the fence line.

November's End

Gray gauze tangles in tree tops 

on the valley bottom I swim through

almost-droplets air.

Overcast

Gray ice vapor lid 

clamped all round 

the rim of this earth bowl

sun is a nickel of iridescence

low in the southeast.

Walking

tup - hard boot heel landing

sqwiiiitch - forefoot rotating on wet gravel

tup...sqwiiitch, tup...sqwiiitch

tup...sqwiiitch, tup...sqwiiitch

and while one foot is tup...sqwiiitch-ing

the other foot and leg swing, swing

forward and... down, tup...sqwiiitch

remember to breath, no - breeeath!

remember to let the arms swing

tup...sqwiiitch, tup...sqwiiitch, tup...sqwiiitch, tup...sqwiiitch

Shadow Theater

Against white snow

silhouette doe step steps

between paper cutout pines.