birds flying south—
autumn wind blows
the last cloud
along the garden edge
potatoes and pumpkins
Thanksgiving feast—
rain and yellow leaves
falling together
an old chimney
smokes to the morning chill
autumn's end—
the city turns gray
under thick clouds
first light of dawn
scent of winter violets
crisp morning air—
a cat walks secretly
on frosty ground
withered garden
only shades of brown
kids gone—
water from icicles
hits the tin bucket
under the full moon
snow woman
new year's eve—
a gust from the canyon
sweeps the city
empty feeder
cold sparrows
plum buds—
a baby wrapped tightly
in a blanket
desert rain
tadpoles of toads
winding path—
spring grass spreads
along the river
into the sky's blue—
green, yellow and red kites
the blazing sun—
the ice in a glass
clinks
around & around my yard
fireflies carry the stars
white canvas—
summer rain clears the air
for the fireworks
carried by twilight
cicada's song—
