cool breeze . . .
one by one
the leaves
migrating geese:
dark streaks
in the sunset
prairie grasses
not one refusing to bend
with the wind
passerby
a butterfly leans
into the blossom
garden walk
the sudden lift
of bees
winter passing . . .
a spider webs
my door closed
your love for me—
the snow melts
as it hits the earth
looking both ways
to cross the street—
her shadow
sap moon . . .
still mourning you
years later
midwinter
the sudden chill
of bathroom tiles
zen garden
a bit of the sun
in the koi pond
bedtime
our goodnight kiss
heavy with mint
