Yes. It's been a while again. I think this is my monthly blog. I had to share about the strange fall we've had. Warm now in December. A snow storm before Halloween. All the trees that had fallen are still being trimmed and gathered by the roadsides. It reminded me of a poem with the same title that appears in my chapbook, Coming Unfrozen.


the old
wood pile
and white
pine path,
heavy ice
birch trees—
crystal arches—
dancers frozen
in arabesque.

No one
to bind
their sullen
the storm,
no one
to bury their

souls. Surely,
spring harbors
such cruel spells.

Here and
there poplar
leaves flicker
crinoline in
April's wind;
they remain
among the fallen
without option
or regret.