bluebird courting
on each branch he bobs
up and
down

well-loved cardigan
I glance at everything
but the calendar

dawn light -
the weight of the air
settles in

evening after snow
the trees limbs
are limned in light

savoring earl grey
my pen rests
between Masters

after a mornings snowmelt
the next morning
dawns

Beneath the covers at night,
when I am alone. Past scrolling,
and all the other things that present
themselves for distraction. I find
sometimes that I am lonely, and long
for a companionship that is elusive,
even now. A likeness that calls to like.

I am aware of time, these days.
I hope in time, we will
find ourselves together, more
and more often.