winter wind
a wasp nest tumbles
from the eaves

windswept day
a skater opens her coat
to cross the lake

approaching spring . . .
a fire made of letters
written overnight

deep chords
from the practice room . . .
a bee stirs applemint

spring moon
the sleeping dog
wears a puppy’s face

daylight moon–
the shadows of bubbles
under the ice

snowed in–
a silverfish
in my teacup

February–
a sharpened edge
on the shovel

vesper bells
calling asylum inmates–
hazy moon