one seed
at a time
winter finch

the slant of sleet —
redwings riding
withered reeds

afternoon moon
puddles on the ice
about to freeze

tree-swaying wind
echoes in the air ducts . . .
the afghan grows

dense snowfall
the different stories
of father’s youth

morning rush hour —
my ankles wrapped
with yellow leaves

call from the hospital
a leaf caught in my wiper
leaves a streak

funeral over
people and leaves scatter
in the wind

winter afternoon:
finding the needle
with my finger

faded totem pole —
the frog’s mouth
filled with snow