winter light
I find a bit of fur
on the porch

radio war news
the soft serve ice cream stand
closed for the season

first winter
away from home
snowflakes on my coat

could sell you anything
his coffin has a shine
not even snow sticks to

small town
my bicycle
knows the way

anniversary
we peel
sweet onions

November evening
selecting just the right
Russian novel

a lone duck
glides across the pond
me and my big mouth

spring cleaning
the final notes
of an old music box

kayakers rolling down the gorge spring thunder