autumn walk —
our cat greets us
at a neighbour’s house

cold wind
   the woodpecker taps
   faster and faster

our holiday home
the hoot of an owl
reminds me of him

first peepers
blue smoke blowing
into dusk

morning light
through bone-china bowls —
a bluebird song

thin clouds
streak the sun . . .
rumors of lay-offs

threat level orange —
wild ducks land
on the White House lawn

a thud on the glass —
awake
from my dream of flying

open window —
through the moon-filled night
the mockingbird

fresh grave
the bare earth covered
with cut flowers