finding a way
through the forest
winter sunlight

horned owl
near the window
a curtain inhales

first morning –
dunking the last
of the homemade bread

overcast sky –
adding more driftwood
to the bird blind

cry of the killdeer
river stones
worn smooth

New Year's Eve
falling snow quiets
the final hour

wee hours –
the leaves on the roof
shift again

upscale condo
a red fox drinks
from the swimming pool

winter morning
a ring of cattails
holds the mist

winter clouds
a neighbor's résumé
left in our mailbox