Michael Dylan Welch

scattered petals . . . the thud of my books in the book drop
	Valentine’s Day— she reminds me to fasten my seatbelt
spring breeze— the pull of her hand as we near the pet store
	summer moonlight      the potter’s wheel            slows
first star— a seashell held to my baby’s ear
	a table for one—    leaves rustle in the inner courtyard
first cold night— the click of your domino as we play by the fire
	toll booth lit for Christmas— from my hand to hers warm change
first snow . . . the children’s hangers clatter in the closet
	warm winter evening— the chairs askew after the poetry reading

All poems copyright by Michael Dylan Welch. They may not be used for any purpose without explicit permission.