the snow piles high
on the branch
defying the laws of physics.
…and I’m grateful for the wondrous beauty of the natural world.
Double
Next year at the cottage
we will have a garden–
the plot is ready,
buried under leaves—
until then,
I’m grateful
for store bought
green beans.
Glass
A Little House-Keeping
Windows are such a metaphor
for seeing clearly,
or not…
for looking out
or in —
the past,
the present,
all condense
in the mist
on the glass.
and i’m grateful for the views from my windows…
the circle of life 