by Kelly

Sunday morning snow

glitters like sun on diamonds —

We shop for Han Min.

by Kelly

Darkness — Each morning

I think it’s about to storm.

I miss summer’s light.

by Alison

moths flicker and fall

around my computer screen –

half past one passes

by Kelly

sans hat, sunglasses

and sunscreen I go walking

for vitamin D

by Kelly

early morning sun

lands on my page — I look up,

return to real time

by Alison

wedge of a moon

brightens the remaining snow –

possibilities

by Kelly

in Scottsdale, the sun

sinks easily — dinner talk

turns to Hollywood

by Kelly

like rows of shark teeth

icicles glint in moon light —

I swallow back tears

by Alison

sun and snow flicker

in my rearview mirror –

ahead blue sirens

by Kelly

a dozen pigeons

huddled on a high street light

in one degree sun