For Cecily

When Jason was five months old, he became seriously ill. I was in the hospital with him for Halloween, Thanksgiving, Chanukah and my birthday. One evening as I settled myself under a blanket in the cot next to his crib, David came into the room with a little box. I have always vowed that the woman of Jason’s dreams would have these earrings. As his mother, my heart is overflowing. I feel so blessed that the two of you have found one another, and that I get to welcome you into our family.

Two Boys

Two bundled boys
sledding through
the fluff
rosy wet cheeks
squeals and smiles
faster and faster
over the track
bail before
the stone wall
face down with
mouths full
of snow.

An Early Snowshoe

Pole planting
as the sun slips
between the clouds
counting slowly
step by step
moderating my heart rate
crunching through the glaze
sinking in every once in awhile
the sound of an occasional skier
gliding through the frozen granular
or a snowboarder
swirling over the surface
the scent of smoke
curling up past a chimney
the taste of a snowflake
hanging on my lip
in the delicious
morning quiet.