last berries –
the weight of a squirrel
on the branch end

dead tree
the last leaf
chirps

alpine air –
losing the few stars I know
to the skyful

the jaw ache
from a temporary crown –
winter rain

winter sun
the blur of stones
beneath river ice

morning frost –
broken Venetian blinds
in the house of the murder

hope
without knowing what for
autumn colors

winter sunrise –
the random tilt
of beaver-chewed trees

rugby scrum
a cloud of breath
floats above

evening visitation
the smell of winter
on coats