spring dawn —
the beggar dumps a spider
from her cup

Sacré-Cœur
a ladder almost up to
a stained glass window

school dismissed
the cemetery shortcut
comes alive

summer solstice
a little sunfish
puts up a fight

a butterfly
so long at my window
summer dusk

lilacs in bloom . . .
the lecturer drones on
about “End-of-Life”

Memorial Day —
a graveyard full
of Old Glories

gentle days
the tethered dinghy
drifts round

solstice shadows
the mockingbird’s breast
a study in blues

summer solstice . . .
the sound of a door closing
at dusk