o, banisher of the gloomy day
rectangles of light on winter rug
puppy, too, revels in your warmth!

o, banisher of the gloomy day
rectangles of light on winter rug
puppy, too, revels in your warmth!
~ for you, Daddy
we all have a few, don’t we?
funny, quirky family folklore,
-isms that are hilarious
to no one else but ourselves

watercolor pencils & crayons
textured paper, a simple brush —
hand-held utensils,
I feel like a child again
burst of strong gusty winds
surface-skimming frigid wintry plains
late December snowsquall
giraffes, reticulated or non
fixed pupils, quite concerning
just two of the discoveries
I read — and learned — about today
amid the veil of dusk
a blur of movement
the encroachment
of a maddening storm
rounding the pond,
husband holds the leash
but it’s my leg puppy mobs!

lips chapped, throat raw & burning —
ungloved hands, exposed to the biting wind,
rummage every pocket, every fabric crevice
seeking balm to either malady, preferably both
but chilled fingers find nothing
other than a vague promise of warmth
& a few stray nubs of lint
trudging forward, I tuck in my chin,
leaning hard into winter’s bitter onslaught


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