2022
overnight snow
the way silver sparkles
in your hair
she counts her years
on one hand
- first frost, #3
autumn rain
the sudden weight
of years
spent blossoms falling softly out of love
canning day
mason jars filled
with sunshine
- Presence, #73
spring forward
waking up
to birdsong
dappled moonlight
soon to be a mother
of the bride
- first frost, #4
autumn leaves all alone in the end
shooting star
the brush of your sleeve
against mine
2021
clearing the garden
my spade cuts through an acorn
in its shallow grave
beneath the blossoms
she counts her years
on one hand
my blind dog
sniffs the air . . . ah, the cry
of wild geese
