March 4
2018 We cross the lake and Walk into the woods and back. The ice does not crack. (-2.5 degrees Celsius) 2015 A hellava way To start my day. Now I've lost My favorite mug. Small losses sting too, Like the cut from picking up The lovely pieces. 2013 It's more expensive To go the natural route Than to dye my hair. She asked me to write With my non-dominant hand. I can't compass it. 2010 Knitting graffitti, Silky window reflections, Good conversation. 2009 likes the predawn sky: a deep luminous blue. Do not like being up at predawn, tho.