Ooops almost forgot 
to pen something 
life you know 
sometimes takes priority 
here I am
as always hours 
later sitting quietly 
and watching snow 
make its final 
hurrah knowing that 
like most of 
what I did 
today will disappear 

Afternoon turns
to night 
by way 
of rain 
laden clouds
winds whip
angry epithets 
as tears
smash against 
my windows 
sending tired
old fingers 
to pool
in the 
dirty corners 
before dripping 
into puddles 
one last 
hurrah vainly 
rising up 

Like the 
dumb little 
daffodil my
heart thinking
warmth meant 
spring has 
finally come 
I blossom 
to resurrect 
what we
once had 
only to 
find that 
your storm
has gained 
and this
time brought 
with it 
chaos and 
chilling snows
weather I
must whether 
or not 
I willed

The little tin
hat that keeps 
rain water out
shakes in wind
trapped like mice 
who exhaust themselves 
looking for freedom 
but I know 
that this tympani 
means oncoming storms 
so batten down 
for May’s fury

The day stretches 
a winding river 
through the valley 
of quiet night 
carrying with it 
boulders of change 
chilled by snow 
fallen high above 
these stones scrape
the daylights weariness 
finally sinking down 
into hot springs 
of bath and 
a robust Malbec
opposite of you 
and in front 
of your foot 
whose toes taunt 
this little piggy
went to market