evening fog
we walk home by the light
of burning leaves

my eyebrows
grown longer —
winter night

winter stars . . .
wondering what inspired
the abacus

Christmas morning
a yellow ribbon
of sun

birch shadows
lace the snow-covered courtyard
a burst of wrensong

a puppet taken
from the toyshop window
. . . winter rain

lighted window
the cat peeps in
through frost patterns

bitter cold
the bell ringer —
peppermint breath

resting his head
on her warm flank —
morning milking

subway graffiti
about someone’s mother —
Hunger Moon