
morning -looking up
in the mirror branches grow
gray sprouts from my chin
Intimate details in nature

morning -looking up
in the mirror branches grow
gray sprouts from my chin

water flow crossing
shy of the stone walk below
finds a spot to rest
Leaving the building after the photo shoot, I am not sure why I did it. It was spontaneous.
On the table a bowl of mints.
The wrappers made a scraping sound as I shoved the handful of them into my coat pocket.
I walked back to the office and on arrival I removed my snow boots and hung my coat.
I sat down and proceeded to upload the photographs on the hard drive for a later edit.
I answered a few emails and instant message requests.
I warmed up lunch.
Putting on my coat, I and headed out for walk downtown.
The snow still falling.
I came upon a person shoveling the walk.
Passing him I said, “Thank You.”
He said “What?”
I said, “Thank you for clearing the walk. Would you like a mint?” (I had just put my hand in my pocket and found them).
He said, “No.”
I pulled the mints out and held them in my hand.
A couple of the mints had red and green stripes.
He said, “I like candy canes.”
I held out my hand and he took one, thanking me.
We continued on our way to the scrapping sound of the shovel.


above the tree tops
in the tree shadows -raindrops
waxing and waining

wake! she’s got to go!
old dog frolics in the snow
a shimmering moon!

needles pierce the dark
wings of silvery snowflakes
thread of window light

morning winter breeze
the front door melts -shivering
an Owl’s morning call

a glow in the fog
golden melancholy tone
last of autumn waves


snowflakes to rain drops
lonely hum suddenly a swarm
slippery sidewalks!

void of snow and rain
leafless tree trunk and branches
in late autumn prayer

rain drops to snowflakes
swarm quivers to lonely hum
sidewalk shadows shift

a frothy ground swell
swollen roots in the shallows
of dry river’s wake

We started up the trailhead, leaving our car alone in the parking lot. We walked single file, you in front, as we weaved our way though leafless branches stuck in winter’s shadow heavy with autumn rain. It was quiet. The only sound was the crunch our feet on fallen leaves and sticks scattered on the wood chip path. The day was unusually warm, but it felt cool under the weight of thicket’s canopy. We reached the edge of south hill’s shadow into the warm wind and sun; you reached out to hold my hand.

out-stretched rigid wings
wind weaves; feather folds shiver
her whispering cry
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meandering sky
drinks in the shadowy folds
twist of white willow

from her white hat -drip!
rolls down the curve of…
-drip!

brittle faded leaf
colors drawn into gray waves
sheen skims dry river

in the autumn glow
galloping on the prairie
plumes of goldenrod