The Empty House


The empty house

across the street

has a snow-laden

roof like Mont Blanc’s

glorious summit

glittering in the morning light

since no life exists beneath

no warmth to melt

the suffocating pile

of winter cold



The School Bush


First real cold fall morning

I neared the double doors of the school building

A green, long, tall bush against the building wall

spouted loud, short, comfy, chirps, whistles, cheeps, peeps

from hundreds of little birds

I paused

imagining the little feathery bodies

hunkering together, staying warm, visiting

pecking, checking for fleas

trying to convince the next bird to go out in the cold for the food

I felt warm and friendly

Even birds have buddies