Shadow Twins

  Just something I noticed when coming back from my morning walk yesterday. 

 Shadow Twins

Through a trick of light,

I cast two shadows

in the morning sun:

one climbs the front porch

steps before me,

the others stands in

the doorway

to greet us both

or turn us both away.

Snow Plows

They finally plowed our street after the storm, a mixed blessing.

 Snow Plows

clear the path

to the greater good

by burying curbside cars

and blocking freshly dug drives

with piles of what they push aside.

Wind Chill

After hearing the forecast one night, I began to think of what an interpersonal weather report might sound like.

Wind Chill

Do we feel so frosty now

because of what’s blown

between us?

Were we once so hot

because of something

in the air?

And if we ever found

a fair, clear day

could we still see

forever?

Leftovers

 I somehow got thinking of unidentified remains in the freezer. (Past meals, not corpses.)

   Leftovers

We kept our dreams

safe and frozen

until the day

they could come true

but by that time

we had forgotten

which was for me

and which for you

the rich dessert

or the hearty stew.