February 7: Symphony No. 25

First flakes start to fall.

Mozart symphony playing

while the cat sleeps on.

February 6: Deer

In the woods nearby

a doe often reclines

in the same patch of sun.

February 5: Cardinal pair

Holding very still

so I don’t scare the cardinal pair

from the feeder.

February 4: Mid-winter

It’s come down to this:

staring at a vase of twigs,

some sort of prayer. 

February 3: Moonrise

Inspired reflection:

watching the moon rise

at the poetry reading.

February 2: Trompe l’œil

Small hole in a tree—

looks like an owl’s perched in there

but it’s a knot. 

February 1: Reading poetry on a winter's night

Last night in my Maine Poetry class, we read aloud Longfellow's "Wreck of the Hesperus," each of us in turn reading a stanza—an under-appreciated, long-lost form of entertainment.

Full moon on snow.
Reading Longfellow aloud
like they used to.