iowa christmas

rear window

snowstorm

this poem wasn't supposed to be about my dad

The
snow
began
wet,
heavy
snow
that
caused
branches
to
shake
themselves
of
the
heavy
coat
you
were
supposed
to
come
and
ground
me
once
again
as
you
always
do
but
the
storm
tracked
exactly
where
you
needed
to
travel
before
you
and
held
you
at
bay
this
all
came
to
me
as
i
stood
in
a
century-
old
theatre
surrounded
by
people
i
didn't
know
and
music
drifted
from
the
mouth
of
a
hapless
artisit
whom,
of
course,
sang
lyrics
that
connected
of
drifting
days
with
you
guiding
my
path
and
you
were
here
after
all
and
the
snow
continued
to
fall
with
power
lines
snapping
and
balls
of
snow
collecting
on
the
roof
and
gravity
sends
them
cascading
with
a
thump
and
a
jump
from
me
like
a
cat
being
startled
by
energy
in
a
room
and
there
you
were.

the fall let beautiful things happen

harvest moon

how
wonderful
it
is
to
be
surprised
the
skies
opened
up
last
night
thunder
booming
lightning
flashing
and
the
rain
came
down
in
a
torrent
the
harvest
moon
showing
brightly
and
i
ran
through
it
clothes
drenched
and
weighing
heavy
as
i
sat
on
the
kitchen
floor
and
my
heart
smiled.

take five

it
is
not
uncommon,
on
days
such
as
these
especially,
to
hear
a
child
practing
their
instruments
outside.
Having
taxed
their
families
with
squeeky
scales.
But
the
day
was
oddly
gorgeous
in
it's
unseasonably
warm
tempertures
and
leaves
twinkling
oranges,
reds,
yellows.
So,
to
hear
Take
Five
drifting
on
those
warm
drafts
made
my
heart
soar.