my hard-earned

can’t see the future
standing on foreshortened stilts . . .
and all my hard-earned

now half

running out of food
the fridge is now half empty . . .
half full of boring

tranquil pond

my shimmering moon
maintains its ardent motions . . .
in the tranquil pond

virtual plenty

onliest of one
in my cardboard collective . . .
virtual plenty

to glimpse

windows ice glazed whorls . . .
swirl an eye-shaped hole to glimpse
Winter’s twirl-pageant

all costs

comforting cocoon
keeps the cold out at all costs . . .
Taming Winter Myths!

one more

in this tiny room
the whole universe is stuffed . . .
we can fit one more!

alone

the collected box
sand dollars, shells, geodes and . . .
alone in her room

its image

the full moon gazed down
reflecting on its image. . .
ripples break the spell

hiding

grab the cookie jar . . .
hiding in a dark closet
with my thoughts ajar