basswood stump
what I would say
if asked

red circle
around the Japanese maple
autumn evening

shooting stars
a splash of sea salt
brightens the soup

winter solstice
I delete an e-mail
from Jesus

emerging from the pine cone
I just sprayed silver
the matching spider

autumn dusk —
red leaves coming down
with the rain

the rip
of a sheet of paper
deep autumn

starry night
the tops of hay bales
sparkle with frost

a winter day
turned warm —
the smell of haylofts

stars at dawn:
the clatter of small change
on the coffee shop counter