Toast

as December ends

a cup of chamomile tea

to toast its passing

Wind

relentless sea wind

bending each branch of the tree

to its iron will

unharvested fruit

still clinging to the rose bush

as the old year ends

winter fisherman

hoping that a morning’s catch

will grace his table

another selfie—

the girl in the blue suede shoes

tilts her head just so

her childlike longing

for a Christmas tangerine

and a candy cane

Christmas afternoon—

no respite from the snowfall

that began last night