Who would like to be
The man who mistook his life
For reality?
A blinding snowy owl
Winged its way into darkness
Like a memory
Let the flames die down
Turn off the lights, kill the sound
Fling wide the windows
Golden rays
Of laughing children
Unscolded
Early December
Winter struggling to emerge
A difficult birth
Sun recedes, air cools.
Some days, though worth repeating,
Fly with the wild geese
For Dave Brubeck:
The stage is quiet
Shadows lurk in the wings
Dave is taking five
exiles child 
Nice set of poems.