coming nor'easter
all the coins
younger than me

we walk in silence
a sea stone
not there at high tide

winter parting...
the man in the moon
still eludes me

boy on a tricycle
carefully inspecting
spring

cold Sunday—
walking by myself
with her

heathaze—
two grebes diving
i hold my breath

school of catfish —
bigger, blacker shadow
than osprey's wings

wedding by the lake —
two synchronized kites
dip and dive

chrysanthemum moon —
my reflection wavers
in the water flow

Dungeness pots
on Fisherman's Wharf
claws still moving

a grayer fog
trying to navigate
dementia

warmer days
he tells me the fifth season
is mud

sunset
my shadow washed
by a wave

graveside flowers~
talk of lesser things
around me

distant islands
diffused by the mist
an empty pier

unknown sound...
opening the door
to the moon

midday bells
a patch of snow melts
between graves

daybreak
the snowplow clears
my nightmare

evening rain
another tall tale
with wine

roasting apples
the ashes
of a love poem

day old snow
a dusting of
plum blossoms

cold night
my reflection
sipping coffee

bowl of udon—
a steamy whisper
this moonless night

early spring—
the rock i lean on,
dissolves into spiders

leaden sky
a sunflower leans
on the fence

spring rain
a rusted chevy planted
among the weeds

distant thunder
a crow loses
its shadow

empty playground—
all of the flowers
they couldn't reach

mountain road—
the ocean and cicadas
trading curves

a packaged squid
and the impression
from its own ink