February 3

TUESDAY 12

The yellows of the
crocus and primrose are drab
in my photograph.

WEDNESDAY 13

Each day growing, day
by day, but still sudden dark
after half past five.

THURSDAY 14

The little lights on
the walls can’t compete with all
the light from outside.

FRIDAY 15

On my pink latte,
the day after Valentine’s,
a heart drawn in foam.

SATURDAY 16

Fire in a field. A
man approaches it with an
empty window frame.

SUNDAY 17

The silhouette of a
fox crosses the road, runs through
a hedge, and turns red.

MONDAY 18

A child is beside
himself when his grandma gives
the baby his toy.