winter walk --
so many thoughts
between raindrops

and
suddenly
this rain
the things I wish
I'd said

between me and him
the shadow of the wind --
whirling leaves

desolate path --

walking deeper into
the north wind

almost home ...
at the end of the lane
full moon

unpaired glove --

just another day
without you

first winter
the perfect pair 
of baby mittens