end of summer
the bumper car glides
to a stop

cool dusk
kookaburra chatter
from a tree's silhouette

insomnia . . .
the cat's breathing
deepens

heavy fog . . .
among river rocks
a single poppy

the gardener's truck
willow leaves scattering
down miles of highway

end of summer . . .
the changing sound
of maple leaves

first night alone –
finally the moon
reaches the western windows

foggy morning
through the open window
a blur of birdsong

morning dew –
darkness of footprints
off the path