wintering field
cranes as one
face the coyote

graffiti wall
the rain uncovers
a poem

mountain sunrise
the silhouette
of distant firs

stopping here
while all around us moves –
wind in the mist

Father's silhouette
at the pier's end –
departing geese

west-bound train
the winter sunset
lasts a while

chilly dawn
rain-bent briars
block the trail

spring mist –
a mallard paddles
through our stillborn's ashes

evening haze
geese come up from the pond
in two's and three's

a change in their voices . . .
    children finding
        a fledgling