Welcome, December

There may be deep snow

There may be black ice

There may be harsh wind

but that’s just the price

of beauty in spring.

So do what you will

and we’ll dream of wings.




Every moment every

motion the sun sways and

the wind shines on all

sweet shades of day

light falling and kissing

what cannot be

ignored in spite of

its quiet decay.

When we were young


When we were young
we fought the good fight all right
Disregarded the consequences
Committed ourselves to invincibility,
no brake pedals, just a full tank of gas,
the right to kick ass,
the rumbling hunger in our hearts
and then

caught in the traffic
the heartburn and heartache
tempered ambition
adjusted the mirror so the
wrinkles wouldn’t show
and the dullness in our eyes could
be thought of as wisdom, our vision selective,
our ambitions not quite perfect