Arguments arise.
Overpowering remarks.
The good has hidden.

Almost a new year.
Lives intertwined, becoming.
Growing into one.

Time for candles yet?
Holiday traditions past.
Teaching new to love.

Wearing Santa's hat,
I'm commanding working elves.
Mush, you little elves!

We're making snowmen.
Paper, scissors and markers.
Days before Christmas.

Starting the morning.
French vanilla, medium.
Iced coffee to go.

Late into the night
I hear your voice, you enter.
Such a nice surprise.

Three hours of night.
Pain searing under my bones.
Too intense to sleep.

Free home-made cupcakes.
A birthday celebration.
A band of three friends.

One successful night.
Patrons streaming in; buying.
Imagination.

New apprenticeship.
Artistic trade handed down.
Defining the craft.

Now; two and a half.
A silent room with hours.
Writing and reading.

One more year ending.
The Maya calendar speaks.
Closer drawing near.

Once soft, falling down.
Snow thats settled, turns to ice.
Breaking people's backs.

Half of my brain hurts.
Left hemisphere, right functions.
Rationale spinning.

Hand-made pottery
Made with love, sitting silent.
Holding paper clips.

When two worlds collide,
Humanity loses faith
In what it believes.

Weekend spent with twins.
Asian supermarkets rule.
Half dead turtles don't.

Hours in the night.
Playing games, drinking, laughing.
Two best friends share life.