December 15 - Sunset at 4:30

Dusk arrives

mid-afternoon, it seems --

this spin to the dark time of the year

has me gasping for light, for air

Even on a gray day. . .

Exquisite lace

of bare branches

graces

this gray sky

December 12 - Scenes from a Gray Day

Arriving this morning, the building wing

is just a standing wall.

An excavator waits, hungry,

nearby,

to eat up the rest of the building.

Dusk starts at four this close to solstice.

I step out into oddly warm drizzle

this gray, misty, dreamlike

late afternoon.

A reflective stone facing the river behind me.

December 9 - Demolition Day 2

We inhabit brick buildings

As landscapes, enduring --

But they are as mutable, quick to crumble,

As this tender flesh

We are dressed in

Yesterday's demolition of a wing of Norris Hall

Today - just a shell remains of this section

December 8 - Becoming Rubble

Bite by bite

Of the huge, yellow shovel

These rooms, stairways, windows

Memories

Become rubble

December 7 - Coming Down

Like an old, old tooth

Too far gone to save, this old building

Is coming down



December 6 - Waiting

Staring and staring

Down the snow-flecked street

Does not speed up

This late bus

December 1 - Frosty Beginning

Ah - it begins!

Morning wind

Has an icy edge. . .

Snow dusts over November's brown ground