This winter moon
draws back veils of darkness
asks we do the same
I dream a tall house
with many cluttered rooms
full of charmed possibility
On the edge of understanding
I delight in
an Escher-like stair climb
See patterned papers
tattered crazy quilts, dusty
books and bathtubs
Imagine what to keep
–to release, all is
fodder for gratitude
Meanwhile tree shadows
on snow grow long
the moon moves along
Leaving its mark on this
vivid night trailed by
a soft sunrise promise
Dappled awakenings
the callings of my curious interiors
and morning birdsong
January 22 2019
Early Morning Poems 