Snow drifting downward
Dogs barking at every car
Waiting for silence

Soft blue winter scape
Three crows flying into dawn
Cattails are shriveled

waiting amongst trees
sitting silent with my kid
a shot seals the deal.

lying in my bed
I watch light grow  through my glass
thinking of my day

driving into snow
under a dirty orange sky
waiting for sunlight

new snow on old ice
I sit waiting for my kids
enjoying the light

Walking through water
Mayflies dancing on a film
Trout and I watching

Sitting in sunlight
Listening to my children
coffee with whiskey

boiled eggs and broth
sliced onions garlic and leeks
ramen for my wife

I sit listening
Watching a little white boat
Equinox greetings

Waiting and Working
While the Clock ticks ever onward
Finish line greetings

Colorful trees reach
Ripples and waves like brush strokes
Watching a grey sky

Why am I fighting for my wife in Crown?

I am fighting for her

Because I remember her youth

I remember her sacrifice of her youth

for myself and my Children

I remember the long nights

of caring for our new family

I remember her patience

in my wandering

I remember her support

in every step I have taken in becoming me

So how can I not fight for her?

How can I not attempt to do my best in something she finds worthy?

Walking under clouds
We gather the things we need
Waiting to make broth

Hazy green leaves sprout
We feel sunlight in our bones
Escaping winter

looking at my hand
I miss the life around me
The phone is a trap

spirits from on deep
they nibble ephemeral
ignoring my drifts

Working in wood smoke
I hear a robin singing
making things sweeter

A gray streaking sky
Eagles circle above us
Greeting spring sunshine

Walking among rocks
I search water seams for trout
A king fisher flies

Waiting for a bear
I listen to the drums beat
Watching the smoke dance

drinking my mint tea
thinking about yellow trout
echos of water

Bits of fur and thread
Winding away the hours
Hoping to fool fish

sitting in wet snow 
I watch all the lights go by
waiting for children

wandering through snow
I can hear water calling
filled with little fish

four crows then two
sit huddled in winter light
even trees hug them

January light adding
I see the wind biting at them
keeping vigil I see them