clumps of hair
the birds
nest

a cold winter morning
three pancakes
bubbling on the stove

trickling down the staff
the wax
of the acolyte's candle lighter

twinkling in the night,
houses covered—
in colored lights

winter night…
toes
under fur

numb fingers
committed to
shaping the snow

old man limping
stops to wave
nobody's looking

the crunch of snow
beneath my shoes
winter words

I stand in the back
of dad’s pick-up
pulling cherries off the tree

ocean waves
pulling me
in

a college student
studying
two children rest

a cool mountain stream
I pitch a penny
and wish