Forty fourth Stone

Like a planetary system
at street level, shine
halogen lamps in
the early morning dark.

or

From the sidewalks
halogen planets
shine through early
morning darkness.

Forty-third Stone

The sun glows,
burns like a torch

through the density
of morning fog.

Forty-second Stone

The city skyline dark
still against the lightening
sky but for one tower
 its facade blazing
with the reflected light
of the unrisen sun.

Forty-first Stone

Three o'clock
in the morning
sleepless, I sit
at the computer
wrapped against
the chill in my
grandmother's
blue and white
chrysanthemum
kimono and
try to write
my way home
to sleep.

Fortieth Stone

Weather forecast:
one inch of snow.
The maple outside
my window, does not
watch the Weather Channel
and has put out hundreds
of rust coloured buds,
branches reaching
for today's sunlight.

Thirty-ninth Stone

Trees freeze until
the sap bursts
with the crackle
snap of fireworks.

Thirty-eighth Stone

Temperatures drop:

out comes the grey

woolly scarf and

on goes the kettle.