Soft Mother

Breathing into the quiet
night flows across my shoulder
a gray cat licking her kitten. 
​​Yes, Winter

Someone will remember us
...even in another time - Sappho


broken beyond reading
scattered bones

cold shut and waiting for light
winter’s runes

when the pale light comes earlier
cloistered night relents

but now the mothering star
circles the north

Someone will remember us
...even in another time*



Beyond the curtains

the snow-laced pull of silence
one broken moon
it must still be Advent
the empty waiting for one
true and holy night
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Ancient Chinese landscapes

a river meets the sky


my old cat aches
she knows she's floating away
so hard to let go