january pines seasonally

snow covered

crows and magpies blacked and whited the scape

february blistered 

then passed

celebrating only two-two and love on the fourteenth

march disappointed

music

from interior spaces was dull, even brown

april was choreographed 

by alvin ailey

and dance we did to the tune of finally

may was a quiet blessing

long walks

long talks, deep affection, two (she said) as one

june came with a stretch

and a yawn

a sense of ennui and inevitability