handshake —
our sleeves touched
by the autumn wind

drifting hawk
soccer players surge
down the field

my solitary life
a path worn around
the lotus pond

night winds
rake the pond leaves —
wobbly moon

so suddenly winter
the colors
in her pill box

a stiffness in the joints
shrunken tomatoes
piled in the turnrow

rain so heavy
it calms the water
autumn evening

cold drizzle . . .
one of the sparrows
sits apart

frosted windows —
my weight
still on the gym scale

pond ice
the fixed eyes
of the decoy