looking out the window
...kids playing
but they all are young

scraping the windshield
in the darkness
frost on the inside

snowflakes land on lashes
below her eyes remain
a pool of blue

in frigid snow
footsteps following
     can't get away

keys locked in a car
motor running
winter night

seeing it fly
round, wet and cold
mascara down my cheeks

gloveless hands
they skid outside
unmindful of the cold

Monday
cold rain
we turn back

walking home
eyelashes blink away
falling snow

red runny nose
wet clothes
sled in the creek

crackling fire
on the couch alone
the ball drops

winter night
bridge silhouette
outlined in violet

so pretty and white
it falls from the sky
and lands on my cheek

draft from the window
I bury myself
beneath the blankets

old man Janus
proves
he still can jab

no gloves
frozen car door
the key breaks

frozen garden
cloud of dog's breath
from the bush

a girl hunched over snow
she laughs as her small brother
touches the yellow spot

ten minutes til work
tugging on the frozen door
does nothing

encroaching darkness
empty plastic sled
descends

dirty white lines
asphalt window in snow
on the road again

footprints
in the fresh snow
close together

no sweaters or scarves
     on a cold day like this
          you keep me warm

chilly air dissipates
in the doorway,
sweatered embrace

dark morning
      an icy gust
             wakes me

freezing cold
wind at my face
long road ahead

gust of winter wind
icy fingers         separate
then unite again

wet fur
clean snow
trembling remorse

the cold still air
empty branches overlook
his fresh grave

red flames
burning old memories
warm cold hands

windshield wipers etch a small hole
the numbness spreads
to my hands

a canopy
the bitter wind blocked
for a final goodbye

teardrops fall
not a word is spoken
he turns his back

eyes
tearing from the breeze
I bow my head and walk

jet exhaust
my breath hangs in the air
finally home

at the bus stop
we clutch our coffee
as a car drives through the puddle

mountain air
deep breath of glacial air
chair lifts moving

blurry view
the sun glistens on the ice
frozen below

sullen eyes
over the steam grate
passersby unaware

leering eyes
search for the enemy
snow gear

park sledding hill
          silent
after closing time

boy sits waiting
Mom ties up his boots
sleds out side

daily ferry ride
children playing
tourists whispering
a man masturbates

cold brisk wind
against my window
no work done

the first breath of morning air
cold and crisp
I feel alive

frosty night
dark room washed in amber
I am not cold

snowflakes fall
like the tears
of a broken heart

winter wind rips raw,
he passes by
without a word

steam rising
off the lake while
geese fly over

trembling cold
skipping steps
warm church

slippery ice
I lost my footing
wet butt

hands rubbing together
literature is gibberish
in the frigid room

people slowly pass
silence
inside snowglobes

stuffing, turkey, and boyfriend
downcast eyes
my dad grunts