Sun warm on my back,

faint clouds of breath before me,

plums darkly budding.

2007 iv

Curled leaves

lie caught in ice

brown-red.

1997 iv / 2006 x 29

Mid-September—

many blackberries

are still red.

2006 ix 24 / 2009 vii 23

Flat white moon:

a wide shimmering stripe

reflects it.

2001 i 6

Goldeneyes courting,

towhees in the year’s detritus—

we amble on.

2000 xii 30