new-penny snow

the sun coppers clouds
sends pennies sledding
down slopes of new snow

in the single digit chill
and lines of stopped traffic
my thoughts are speeding east
to the powder-filled bowl

and i see us laughing
wet-mittened snow-fort
fights, cold-nose kisses,
leaving snuggled angels
embossed in the white

boots puddling
at the back door
a crackling fire
and steaming mugs of mocha

abandoned on the coffee table
as the sun collects
his pennies in the west

because i'd rather be tasting you

i want you in the steam
rising over morning coffee

in the heat radiating
from the mug i fold into my hand

in the rim i tip to my lips
and swallow warmth from

Things That Fall From the Sky

Grass gone to seed
splays in flaxen layers
over the silent wings
of wandering gliders
and Paiute dancers
discarded by the last
summer wind.

I miss the pearly whirr
of odonata darting
among river reeds,
the length of bodies
arching into teardrops
or hearts, leaving ripples
of lovemaking between
exploded cattails.