one year
becomes another . . .
driftwood

attic sun
from grandmother's gown
a grain of rice

light fades
before the summer storm
a finch cracks a seed

autumn afternoon
only loonsong
crosses the forest

a bird rustles
deep inside the fig tree
raindrops

lunar eclipse
the cat watches us
watch the moon

busy receptionist
one of her false eyelashes
comes unglued

shotgun blast
the snow deepens
between stones

first snow
he's out to the schoolbus
in one long slide

headed south
the first magnolia
slows me down

the last spring moon
a shelved book falling
of its own accord

pine forest
half a smooth river stone
where there is no trail

snowflakes fill
the eye of the eagle
fallen totem pole

Egypt disappoints
she saw the pyramids
in Vegas

i too am alone
between swift currents
old river rock

winter morning
are those two ravens
reunited lovers?

sunday morning
again the organist
off key

crowded mall
the little girl asks Santa
what he wants for Christmas

red pagoda
in swirling snow
the muffled gong

 a crowded mall
 so many coins
 in the fountain

 the passing
 of a dance instructor
 my favorite moves

grandchild's
small hand -
giant maple leaf

               in the shade
      old men play checkers
the mockingbird's repertoire

early fog –
it reveals then hides
the pines

winter pool –
the sheen of suntan oil
on the shallow end

the magnolia
releases a petal's worth
lavender shade

lost at last
even this sunrise
a complete mystery