the final push
of a laboring bison
slow-rising sun

dusting of snow
all the lights on
in the daycare

a leafless tree —
suddenly my father
comes to mind

snowlit night
the bedroom window
whistles a tune

sleepless night
snow to rain
by the sound of it

winter evening —
the newborn calf
eyes everybody

first snow
the smile
of a stranger

locust pods
in a raw wind —
thinking it over

crash of winter waves —
cries of the golden finch
shut in its cage

waiting for the heron
to turn my way —
winter rain