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