Ivy
surrounds the yard,
swallows up balls, keys, dimes...
only a snail trail leads away,
glistens.
Off Season
Cabins
Empty
mailboxes wait
by the side of the road—
a scrub jay lands on one, squirrels
the next...
Weathervane
Turns
the salt
of warmer winds,
ocean tingling her skin—
tropical dreams during winter's
last storm
