upcurls of morning fog . . .
the waterfall’s lather
on boulder moss

walking for my health —
the mutter of ducks
beneath the pier

autumn afternoon —
a tramp warms his back
against a headstone

fluttering
at the edge of the farm
surveyor’s flags

a distant tractor
long into the evening . . .
curlews

ripe blueberries
the morning mist
knee high

parrot or fruit bat?
examining the shape
of the apple core

sunset . . .
the shimmer
of dragonfly wings

pickup truck
an old retriever
laps the wind

a sheep dying
in dirty straw
its blond eyelashes