Inspired by my friend, a poem a day

One of my many poet friends is turning out a poem each day in January.  Jealous of that container of practice, and inspired to keep creating things myself, I'm jumping on that wagon.  We'll see how it goes.  Today's poem (unpolished and off-the-cuff, which is part of the challenge I think):

Formulating Winter

Cinnamon streetlight

and quiet function of the first

intrepid flakes,

an ice of gray sky

coming with soft-built dreams.

Uniquely precious - an exhale

upon closing the newspaper

of our national inequity racket,

and a glance down to the half-frozen 

banks of owned water.

Words on a melting winter tongue,

snow catching itself on silver

explanations of my controlled

tripped-over verbosity.

Harmonious advance of white through

the heartfelt pines -

a pocket of Right Now

spatters this tight room

into freer space.

Clutch of afternoon firelight...

only tumbling clowns of old notions

are left to clean

the rubbish of a tent revival rendition 

of my former lives...

vaudeville, burlesque, old whiskey,

a woman leans out the window into the night

(exhaling slowly)

 down to the half-melted river

with bracing, free water.