Day 11

dig out of ash and snow, take on the evil industry
of squirrels at the bird feeder

but first, a bit of comfort and song and conversation
pushing off dreams of warmer weather

stay a moment, stay: this beautiful sad song
the radio woman sings is ours

Day 12

the meditation of slowly melting ice —
stalactite sculptures made of water and gravity

true, nothing lasts: but those moments in the sun
are pure glory before the next freeze