the jarring, delightful blinding

of snow on the ground once again

tube watercolors in a sealed glass jar

like sweets in a candy store

I almost don’t want to disturb them

secretions—

thoughts flying

everywhere

winter sunshine

I love how the curve of my spine

makes friends with the floor

every concrete surface

slippery as hell

bones quiver & quake

writing poetry

in the early a.m.

joy finds me again

whatever happened

to our winter wonderland

I miss its awe & majesty

watercolor street life

easy stride of passersby

the light, so absolutely perfect