Snow blind

Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.

Friendship during hard times

Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.

Instagram

Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.

New Year’s Eve: ball drop

If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?

New Year’s Eve: things left undone

Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.

You love me

Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.

Visitors to a dead blog

WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.

Last day of the year

Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.

College acceptance letters

Envelope size, thick
or thin. We look for clues, don’t
like to be surprised .

First time visitor

Food goes bad, beer flat.
But words on a blog are fresh
to new readers’ eyes.